Love Story4 Chapter 1
Love Story4 Chapter 1
After the car accident, my husband’s memory was frozen at eighteen.
No matter how I tried to prove the love we had over the years,
Lorenzo Porter remained unmoved, his heart only belonging to his first love, Nina Alora.
He furrowed his brows, his eyes full of impatience.
“Let’s set a time for a divorce. This marriage is a mistake and should end.”
pletely and chose to let him go, allowing him to pursue the sweet love he had at eighteen.
But later, he regretted it.
Lorenzo Porter opened his eyes, gazing at me in confusion.
“Who are you?”
Abitter feeling welled up inside me, but I still managed to smile warmly.
“I’m your wife, Julia Margaret. Don’t you remember me?”
He looked at me in disbelief, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
“It’s impossible. How could I have married anyone other than Nina?”
His firm words stung me deeply.
After some conversation, I finally realized that Lorenzo Porter hadn’t just lost his memory–his memory was stuck at the age of eighteen,
the time when he was most in love with Nina Alora.
No matter how I explained, he refused to believe that I was really his wife.
I brought in our mutual friends to prove it, but he crossed his arms and sneered.
“You really are something. How much did you pay them to lie to me?”
I took out a photo album and our marriage certificate, the smiles on them not easily faked.
He furrowed his brow slightly, and I thought for a moment that he might remember.
But to my surprise, he still stuck to his view.
“I don’t know why I married you. There must have been some kind of unavoidable reason. But my heart only belongs to Nina. Let’s set a tine and get a
divorce.”
I completely broke down. Seven years of marriage, and I had always prided myself on being calm,
but at that moment, I couldn’t help but cry.
“Lorenzo, how could you say that? Today is our seventh wedding anniversary!”
He didn’t react the way he usually did when I cried–he didn’t rush to comfort me.
Instead, he looked at me with disgust, avoiding me entirely.
“Julia, you look terrible when you cry.”
I tried to hold–back my tears and reached out to grab his hand, explaining myself.
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Love Story4–Chapter 1
“Lorenzo I understand that you’re struggling with your memory loss. It’s normal, but let’s try to remember the love we shared, okay?”
But heaven didn’t give me a chance.
Nina Alora must have heard something from somewhere, because she rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night, entering the room with a bouquet of lilies.
Her voice, as soft and delicate as ever, filled the room.
“Am I interrupting something? Lorenzo, I heard you’re sick, so I came to check on you.”
She looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, her eyes slightly red, looking so pitiful.
When Lorenzo saw her, his eyes instantly lit up. He hurriedly pulled away from me, trying to explain to Nina Alora.
Naa, you finally came! Don’t misunderstand, it’s her, she won’t leave me alone.”
It was truly ridiculous. My husband was distancing himself from me in front of his ex.
The room, which had been occupied by three people, suddenly turned into their private reunion.
I wiped my tears and stood between them.
“Nina Alora, what are you doing here? Haven’t you already caused enough trouble with my husband?”
Nina Alora lowered her head, looking fragile.
Lorenzo Porter suddenly yanked me, and my body tilted backward, causing me to fall to the ground.
“Stop calling me ‘husband.‘ We’re getting a divorce soon. And who gave you the right to speak to Nina like that?”
The joy in Nina’s eyes couldn’t be concealed. She walked up to Lorenzo, gently touching the bandage on his head.
“Does it hurt?”
Lorenzo didn’t spare me a glance, pulling her hand to his chest.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore now that you’re here.”
I accidentally hit the sharp corner of a metal table, and a cut instantly appeared on my hand.
But nothing hurt more than the pain in my heart.
It wasn’t until a long time later that Lorenzo noticed me. He looked uncomfortable, but still spoke harshly.
“Stop targeting Nina. She’s innocent. Go see a doctor, don’t make it worse and try to blame it on me,”
I realized that the eighteen–year–old Lorenzo Porter wouldn’t change anytime soon, and I left the room, my steps unsteady.
As I walked out, I couldn’t help but look back. The way Lorenzo gazed at Nina, it was so full of affection.
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Chapter 2
