Chapter 6
In the scuffle, the nouveau riche man shoved Lorenzo with force, and the recoil caused him to lose his balance, hitting his head against something hard.
Unexpectedly, this fall triggered the return of Lorenzo’s memory.
Once again, I found myself sitting in the cold hospital corridor, but this time, my heart felt completely different.
Sounds of things being thrown and Lorenzo’s furious shouts echoed from the room:
“Get out! How could I ever divorce Julia?”
cried as she spoke in a choked voice:
“You can’t be so heartless, Lorenzo. We’ve had so many beautiful moments together.”
More than a year had passed, and I never imagined that fate would play such a cruel joke on me.
It took everything from me when I was the happiest, and now, after I had come to terms with the wreckage, it gave me the beautiful memories back.
A message from my best friend, Emily Forbs, popped up on my phone:
“Julia, what do you think now? That man who once loved you is back–would you accept him?”
I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead.
Nina emerged, her face covered in tears, glaring at me with hatred, almost gritting her teeth as she said,
“Julia, don’t get smug.”
I felt speechless. What was there to be smug about?
Even if Lorenzo returned with his memory, the irreparable damage had already been done.
I pushed the door open, and the moment I entered, Lorenzo, who had previously been filled with hostility, instantly softened and became tender.
“Darling, you’ve finally come to see me.”
The familiar, considerate Lorenzo had returned. He quickly cleaned up the mess around him, clearing a space for me to sit.
Lorenzo poured me a cup of hot water and handed it to me, accidentally brushing his hand against my wrist.
I instinctively pulled my hand away, pulling out a wet wipe from my bag to clean my wrist.
A flash of hurt passed through his eyes, and his voice carried a tone of grievance.
“Darling, you can hit me or scold me, but please don’t be so indifferent.”
It was then that I looked up and carefully studied the person before me.
This was the true Lorenzo, the one I had spent so many years with–the man who ate popsicles in our small, rundown apartment in the summer, who braved the snow to move our things just to save a bit of money.
Time had been kind to him, giving him the steadiness of a mature man but leaving no marks of age on his face.
Just now, when I was outside the door, I kept thinking about what I should say to him.
Now I knew.
“I’m not your wife anymore. We’ve already divorced.”
After a brief pause, I quickly added,
“Your wife now is Nina Alora. How does it feel to marry your first love?”
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“Oh, and do you remember, you forced me to abort our child for her?”
“No matter how I prove myself, no matter what I say, you never believed me, and you were so determined to divorce me.”
“Lorenzo, why are you crying? Isn’t this what you wanted? Be careful what you wish for.”
Watching Lorenzo’s expression change, the mask of calm cracking, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction.
It was as if all the frustration I had been holding inside since he lost his memory finally evaporated in this moment.
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