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narrowed, her confident facade faltering for a brief second. “He doesn’t even remember you, Amelia,” she snapped, her tone sharp and biting. “You’re clinging to something that’s gone. It’s pathetic.”
I stepped closer, my voice cold and unwavering, forcing her to retreat into the corner she had tried to trap me in. “You’re the one who’s pathetic,” I said firmly. “You can play your little games, but deep down, you’re scared. You know that no matter how much you lie, no matter how much you twist his mind, the truth has a way of surfacing.” Evelyn tilted her head, her expression morphing into one of feigned pity. “Are you really a doctor, Amelia?” she asked mockingly. “You should understand Liam’s current condition, right?”
Her sarcasm burned like acid as she continued. “He has partial amnesia, Amelia. All Liam remembers is me. Why? Because what he remembers is an memory from years ago. He knows me as his college friend and colleague.
“So tell me, Amelia–doesn’t it make more sense for him to believe he married me than someone like you, who he just met a month before the wedding?”
Her words dripped with condescension, each one designed to cut deeper,
“It wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t the first person he saw when he woke up, Evelyn!” I roared, unable to contain my frustration.
Evelyn smirked, her calm demeanor only sharpening my anger further. “But the fact is,” she said, her voice, smooth as silk, “you were too busy with your work. So don’t blame me for finding him awake first. Isn’t that theth,
Doctor?”
Her smugness was infuriating, and it pushed me over the edge. “I know you did this on purpose,” I said, my voice. trembling with anger. “But don’t worry. I’ll make Liam see the truth with this.
I raised the photo album in my hand. Evelyn’s eyes flickered to it, and for a brief moment, I saw fear. She
recognized it immediately–our wedding photo album.
But her fear did not last. A slow, mocking smile spread across her face as she crossed her arms.
“Go ahead,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. “Do whatever you want, Amelia, But don’t come crying
Forget Me Dor, Farell Forever
when Liam pushes you away–again.”
With that, she brushed past me, her head held high as if she had already won.
I stayed behind for a moment, trying to catch my breath and steady the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Evelyn had managed to rattle me, to chip away at my resolve, but she had not broken it.
Looking down at the album in my hands, I clutched it tightly and stepped out of the restroom, continuing toward
Liam’s room.
I believed somewhere beneath the fog of amnesia and manipulation, the man I had married still existed. I just
had to find him.
However, I forgot one thing. I missed the fact that as a lawyer, Evelyn had the skills and resources to forge documents, to fabricate “proof that aligned with her lies. And Liam, in his vulnerable state, had believed her
completely.
No matter how desperately I explained each photo, pointing out the details of our wedding day, Liam just barely
glanced at the pages, his expression hard.
“These photos mean nothing to me, Amelia. They’re fake,” he said coldly.
I froze, my heart sinking. “What are you talking about? Liam, this is our wedding album. You picked the venue. You chose the flowers, you….”
“They’re fake,” he repeated, his tone firm. “Evelyn already showed me the evidence. She told me you’d pull something like this. Do you really think you can fool me with fabricated photos?”
My chest tightened as his words registered. Evelyn had already poisoned his mind, planting lies so deeply that even the truth looked like a fabrication,
“No, Liam,” I said, my voice trembling. “Evelyn is lying to you. She’s manipulating you.”
“She’s not,” Liam snapped. “Evelyn showed me proof. I trust her, not you”
My breath caught in my throat. I realized too late how far Evelyn had gone.
Desperately, I kept pressing Liam, refusing to let Evelyn’s lies root deeper and settle in his fractured mind forever.
My voice trembled as I pleaded, “Liam, please listen to me.”
But Liam’s patience finally snapped. His face contorted with frustration as he shouted, “If I wasn’t sick, I would
have kicked you out of my room myself. Get out now, or I will call the guards again!”
The force of his words hit me like a physical blow. Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging.
For three years, Liam had never yelled at me–not once. Even when we argued, his voice had always remained steady, measured.
But those past two days, all I had received from him were yelling, insults, and indifference. The man I loved was
gone, replaced by a stranger.
With my heart shattered, I turned on my heel and ran toward the door, unable to stay in that room any longer. But just as I reached the doorway, I collided with someone entering the room–Evelyn.
“Argh!” Evelyn cried out dramatically, falling backward onto the floor, cradling Lucas protectively in her arms as if I had deliberately attacked her.
The sound of her cry sent Liam into a panic. Ignoring his own condition, he jumped up from the bed, yanking the
IV needle from his arm.
Blood dripped freely from the puncture site, staining the white sheets, but he did not seem to notice or care. “Evelyn!” Liam shouted, rushing to her side. He knelt down, his arms wrapping around her protectively. “Is there anything wrong? Are you hurt? Talk to me!”
Evelyn clung to him, her face contorted into an expression of faux pain.
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Liam’s eyes darkened as he turned to me, his voice a thunderous roar. “You’ve gone too far, Amelia! How dare
you?!
“Liam, it was an accident….” I tried to explain, my voice cracking with desperation.
But he did not let me finish. “Don’t you dare come into our lives again, or I swear, I will sue you!”
Without sparing me another glance, Liam helped Evelyn to her feet, his arm securely around her as he guided her
into the room.
The door slammed shut behind them, leaving me standing in the hallway, alone and defeated.
