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Guilt consumed him as the reality of his actions sank in. He had pushed away the woman he once loved, denied his son, and allowed Evelyn’s lies to cloud his judgment.
Determined to make things right, Liam began to investigate Evelyn’s role in the web of lies that had destroyed his
marriage.
He contacted people who could verify her claims, reexamined the so–called evidence she had presented, and
looked into the DNA test results that had led him to believe Theodore was not his son.
Piece by piece, the truth began to unravel before him, and with it came a crushing realization, Evelyn had deceived him from the very beginning.
Then, Liam wandered through the house, his eyes scanning every corner, searching for traces of the life he had
once shared with me and Theodore. But there was nothing.
The only evidence that we had ever lived there together was hidden in the past, locked away in the storage room like discarded fragments of a forgotten life.
But then, as he moved down the hallway, his steps slowed before stopping completely. His gaze landed on the room that had once belonged to Theodore.
The room, once painted with soft colors and decorated with little details I had added with love, that time had
become Lucas’s.
Liam stepped inside, his fingers grazing the edges of the bookshelf, once filled with bedtime stories he had read
to Theodore.
A flicker of a memory surfaced in his mind, like the ember of a fire long extinguished.
*Liam, is Theo asleep?” I asked softly, peeking into the room.
Liam had nodded, carefully placing Theodore down on the bed, making sure not to wake him.
He had closed the storybook he had been reading and brushed a few strands of hair from Theodore’s forehead.
As we stood at the doorway, Liam had wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. Together, we whispered, “Good night, Theo.”
Then, just as we always did, we walked to our own bedroom, side by side, our voices blending as we chatted about the day.
We laughed about office annoyances, discussed weekend plans, and talked about our dreams for the future.
We had simply been together. No grand gestures, no extravagant moments–just two people sharing their lives. in the most natural way.
Forget Me Once, Farewell Form
It was in those small, ordinary moments that our love had thrived.
A hot tear could not help slip down his cheek, followed by another,
Before he could stop himself, Liam turned and traced the path back to our bedroom.
As he stepped inside, he felt the overwhelming absence of what had been,
He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over the sheets, his heart pounding as another memory surfaced The way I used to curl up beside him, the way my hair would fan over the pillow, the way we used to
unconsciously reach for each other even in sleep.
“What have I done?”
Liam clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the fabric beneath him. Guilt swelled in his chest, suffocating him, burning through every inch of his body.
That was when Evelyn emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a silk robe, her damp hair cascading over her
shoulders
She stopped in the doorway, frowning in confusion as she saw Liam sitting on the bed, his shoulders hunched, his hands trembling against the sheets.
“What are you doing, Liam?” she asked, tilting her head.
Her voice snapped him back to reality, but it did not comfort him. Instead, it only solidified the chasm between
them.
Liam immediately stood up, his body moving before his mind could catch up. In a blind fury, he grabbed Evelyn by the throat and pushed her hard against the wall.
“How dare you, Evelyn!” he roared, his grip tightening as his anger surged.
Evelyn’s eyes widened in fear as she clawed at his hands, struggling to breathe. “Liam…don’t be insane!” she
choked out.
But Liam was insane. Not in the way Evelyn had accused him of being over the past year, but in the way grief and rage twisted inside him, threatening to consume him whole.
Liam finally saw the truth for what it was.
Evelyn had played him. She had spun an intricate web of deceit, using his amnesia against him, feeding him fabricated proof while isolating him from the woman and child who had meant everything to him.
*You who are insane, Evelyn,” Liam growled, his voice dangerously low. “How dare you manipulate me?! Because of you, because of your lies….”
His hands trembled as he squeezed tighter, but then, something shifted inside him. The rage remained, but a
sickening realization crept in alongside it.
That was not just Evelyn’s fault.
Yes, she had orchestrated everything, but he had chosen to believe her. He had let her feed him lies, let her turn him against the woman who had once been his world.
When Amelia had come to him, begging him to remember, he had shut her out. He had humiliated her.
He had let his own wife and son walk away.
And then, a year had passed. They were gone.
Evelyn, sensing the shift in his grip, met his furious gaze with something unexpected–a smirk.
“So,” she said, her voice raspy but steady, “you remember everything now, don’t you?”
She chuckled darkly, not even bothering to struggle anymore.
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“Well, I must say, a year is much longer than I expected. But what can you do now, Liam? Your wife and child,” she leaned in slightly, her lips curling into a taunting smile, “are gone.”
Liam’s grip had loosened for a second, but her words sent another wave of fury through him. His hands. tightened once more, making Evelyn gasp as she struggled to breathe.
Evelyn’s breath came in ragged gasps, but she still smiled through the pain, as if this had all been some gran
game to her.
“What?” she rasped, her voice hoarse. “Are you going to kill me now? Is that it? Because you lost everything?!
pathetic.”
