A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic
Chapter 82

Tears slowly filled my eyes, one after another rolling down my cheeks. Elijah took my cold hand in his, and I heard his voice echoing in my ears.

“Ari, stop being so stubborn. In these past five years, how many times have you threatened divorce? And yet, we’re still here, aren’t we? I’m never going to divorce you. Ever.”

I yanked my hand out of his grasp, my voice Icy as I said, “Fine. Then leave Jocelyn. Never see her again for the rest of your life.”

Elijah’s face froze instantly. I sneered, mocking him. “What’s wrong? Can’t do it? If you can’t, then don’t talk to me about love! Elijah, you disgust me!”

Instead of getting angry at my insult, Elijah’s expression softened. “Ari, Jocelyn and I grew up together She’s my childhood friend. You can’t expect us to cut ties.

“Even if we’re just friends, it’s impossible for me not to see her.”

I let out a cold laugh. “Right, so you’re out here publicly flirting with her. You gave her that pink diamond she wanted so badly, let her spread rumors about me, and you even threw her a welcome–home party. Not to mention, you sponsored her solo concert, didn’t you?”

Elijah’s face turned awkward as I threw accusation after accusation at him. He tried to explain himself. Ari, it’s not what you think.”

However, I harshly shoved his hand away and demanded coldly. “Then swear to me. Swear on everything that you’ve never slept with her.”

Elijah’s face turned dark. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then fell silent, lips clamped

shut.

My heart clenched painfully, waves of nausea rolling through me. He wasn’t denying it!

Something must’ve happened between him and Jocelyn, and that was why he couldn’t let her go. His guilt was why he gave in to her every whim. He didn’t want to lose me, but he kept favoring her.

Had I known all of this before I lost my memory? Or had I known, but couldn’t bear to admit it? Was t why I kept lashing out, making scene after scene to vent my frustration and fear?

that

I had been too in love with him, too afraid to face the fact that Elijah had betrayed me. Too in love, hoping desperately that he’d choose me in the end.

The Ariana before I lost my memory had lost. Lost everything, even nearly her life. I started laughing. though the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

Elijah stared at me, guilt and regret written all over his face, but I didn’t care to guess what he was feeling anymore. He looked pained and reached for a tissue to wipe my tears

“Get out!” I shoved his hand away and pointed at the door. “Get out! I don’t want to see you! Elijah, you are the most disgusting person I have ever met!”

I slapped the tissue out of his hand.

He looked like he was about to explode, but seeing me in such a state, he said nothing. He turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

I lay on the bed, letting the tears flow freely. Each tear was a farewell to the past. This body needed to sever its connection to this man, never again shedding another worthless tear for him.

Chap 02

When I groggily woke again, it was already night. My eyes were swollen from crying. I wiped my face, noticing how puffy and sore my eyes were. The house was quiet, but the faint glow of light leaked in from outside.

I dragged myself out of bed, splashed some cold water on my face, and turned on the lights to look for

my purse.

It wasn’t in the room, and neither was my phone. I had no choice but to leave the room to search for it.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Elijah sitting in the living room chain–smoking. The thick smoke made me cough. Elijah heard the noise and looked back at me.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

However, I ignored him and continued searching around the living room until I found my purse. But when I opened it, there was no phone inside.

Elijah, sensing my thoughts, spoke coldly, “Your phone’s with me,”

Upon hearing that, I got up, ready to leave.

“You can’t leave,” he said, stepping toward me. “There’s no ride–share service out here, and no taxis will come this far. Ariana, let’s talk.”

I turned and glared at him. Then, without warning, I slapped him hard across the face. The sharp sound echoed through the room as a red handprint blossomed on Elijah’s handsome face.