A Love Forgotten

“If you don’t come back, you can forget about negotiating a divorce!” Elijah texted.

I watched as my phone continuously chimed from his incoming messages,

When my last shred of patience had vanished, I blocked Elijah’s WhatsApp for good. But he seemed to have noticed that I’d blocked him. So, he phoned me instead.

At that point, I decided to block his phone number too

Now, I had finally gotten rid of him from my world. Every muscle in my body relaxed as if I had just let out a breath I was holding in.

I should have gotten rid of Elijah a long time ago.

I wasn’t an easy target for others to pick on, so why didn’t I fight back when Elijah had previously kept. showing off his true love to my face?

Now, I started to regret not going berserk and trying to reclaim my spot two days ago.

Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Logan entered as a light cast a glow from behind him.

I immediately hid my phone and smiled at him, saying. I’m feeling much better, Logan.”

Lame close to examine my face. Then, he nodded. “You seem better, but you should still go to Dr.

Quinell and have him examine you. On top of that, you should also get some tests done.

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I nodded obediently. Although I disliked check–ups, I knew that Logan me to get them. done because he genuinely cared for me

“What did Jonathan say to you yesterday?” I cautiously asked.

Logan’s hand stiffened as he poured himself a glass of water. “He asked me to take good care of you because he’s temporarily unable to return,” he replied.

I was a little disappointed but still understood Jonathan’s decision.

“What else can you remember?” Logan suddenly asked. There was an expectant yet doubtful look in his eyes that I couldn’t comprehend.

After some thought, I answered, “I remember what happened before I was 18. I can recall what happened before the summer vacation of my freshman year, but nothing after that time in my life.”

Logan stayed silent for a while before slowly raising his head and smiling softly at me. “It’s okay if you’ve forgotten. Those memories weren’t anything important anyway.”

My lips pursed into a bitter smile. “What do you mean they aren’t important? That was seven years of my youth!” It felt like God had deliberately taken away those seven years of memories, I couldn’t recall anything from that period, no matter how hard I tried.

Ever since waking up, it was like I had become a despicable side character. I was stuck with an indifferent and overbearing husband. Not to mention, his heart yearned for his true love–another woman he could never be with.

Their love story was the reason for my disastrous and loveless marriage.

Just then, Logan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID before casually declining the call.

Yet, the caller stubbornly called again.

I stared at Logan in confusion, wondering why he refused to answer the call.

Once again, he tapped the decline button,

“It’s Elijah,” he spoke in a dull tone, as though he were discussing something mundane like the weather. He sounds slightly upset, which differs from how the rumors describe him.

“I’ve always thought that someone of his caliber should be able to manage his family affairs well. Alas, how he’s doing it in reality seems very disappointing.”

Logan’s criticism of Elijah shocked me, but a bigger question arose in my mind when I finally realized who was phoning.

When did Elijah become this crazed and obsessed with me? He’d even resorted to calling Logan because he couldn’t reach me.

Wasn’t Elijah my greatest hater and the person who most eagerly wanted me to go away or die? If that was the case, what was he up to now?

“Why aren’t you answering it if it’s from Elijah?” I asked

Logan retorted, “Why should I answer him?”

His response abruptly cut the conversation off.

Soon, a nurse soon entered the room to change my IV drip and bring me lunch.

After making sure that I was okay, Logan headed out.

He seemed busy, yet he’d managed to make the time to visit me amid his packed schedule.

I found it challenging to understand Logan as a person. He was obviously down–to–earth, yet he put up walls and distanced himself from everyone.

I just couldn’t figure him out

Time went by quickly.

In the afternoon, Frank dropped by to check in on how I was doing before taking me to the hospital for a check–up.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As expected, Dr. Quinell was specially waiting for me at the hospital. He performed acupuncture and some massages on my sprained waist and legs. Then, he applied some medicated cream onto my arms before telling me what I needed to pay attention to.

Everyone took great care of me, and Frank had even stayed with me throughout my check–up.

The only thing that bothered me was that Logan hadn’t shown up even though he’d said he would accompany me.

My chest sank in disappointment, but I quickly shrugged the thought off.