A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Assuming it was Elijah calling from a different number, I answered without checking and launched into a

tirade.

‘Elijah, you disgusting jerk! If you call me again, I’ll report you for harassment!”

There was a brief silence before Logan’s resigned voice came through. “Ari, why are you arguing with Elijah again? What’s going on?”

By the time Logan arrived, the living room was filled with five different bouquets, each in vibrant shades of pink. The elegant packaging made it evident that they were quite expensive.

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

I picked up a card from one of the bouquets, which read, “Do you like these flowers? Regar Love at first sight“. Furious, I tore the card to shreds.

Logan opened the windows to let in some fresh air and instructed the security guards, “Remove all these flowers and dispose of them.”

I was left speechless.

As I watched the security guards carry the bouquets away, I felt a twinge of regret. These flowers weren’t cheap, and even if they had come from a creep, they would still have made a lovely addition to the house.

My thoughts must have been too obvious as Logan glanced at me and asked, “Having second thoughts?”

I hesitated before replying, “I just think it’s a waste, that’s all. Nothing more.”

Logan simply responded with a noncommittal “Oh“.

I stood uneasily beside him and suddenly blurted out, “These flowers weren’t sent by Elijah.”

Logan finally turned to me. “How do you know?”

I felt a rush of embarrassment. “I called him to ask and ended up getting into an argument.”

Logan stared at me with a complex expression.

I awkwardly touched my face and explained, “I didn’t mean to call him. I just-

Logan replied calmly, “In the future, try to avoid calling him. I’ll help you find a lawyer.” He added, “If you’re really committed to divorcing Elijah, that is.”

I was momentarily taken aback. “Of course! I’ve made up my mind. Why would you ask that?” Logan looked at me thoughtfully and gently touched my hair. “Given the depth of your connection with Elijah and the interests involved, you need to consider carefully whether you truly want a divorce.”

I was about to argue, but my resolve faltered. An inexplicable emotion washed over me. Suddenly, Elijah’s arrogant words echoed in my mind, and I felt a sharp pang of sorrow.

How deeply must I have loved him for him to feel so entitled to hurt me without remorse? Did that deep love make him believe his actions were justified?

If I went through with the divorce, how would I cope with the possibility of regaining my memories and discovering that I still loved him deep down? I felt utterly lost.

After handling the flowers, we enjoyed a quiet, lavish dinner. Lora was warm, and her cooking was exceptional. She reminded me of the perceptive, yet warm–hearted housekeepers, I’d met at my home, always encouraging us to eat more.

Her presence added a touch of warmth to the otherwise lonely house.

As Lora washed the dishes, I went over to help. Despite her attempts to decline, she eventually accepted my offer to help and chatted with me as she worked.

“Mr. Wood is really well–mannered. I can tell just by the way he eats,” she said.

I replied, “Yes. Mr. Wood comes from a well–off family and has a solid education.”

Lowering her voice, Lora added, “Ms. York, I’ve noticed that Mr. Wood seems quite Interested in you. You should pay attention to that. The way he looked at you during dinner was anything but innocent.”

At that moment, the bowl I was holding slipped from my hands and fell into the sink, splashing water everywhere.