A Love Forgotten

Elijah angrily yanked at my crop top and miniskirt. I was mortified and furious. The flimsy clothes were barely holding on, and they almost slipped off with that tug

I scrambled to keep myself covered. "Elijah, are youetary?" I shouted.

My shout caught the attention of a few tough-looking guys at the entrance of the alley. They whistled and laughed, cleaily enjoying the scene. It seemed like they didn't take this situation After all, this was a bas, and it was common for drunk men and women to get toscuttles.

I quickly shut up and shoved Elijah hand. "Let good me. I have lends here, I stammered.

Klijah's anger bolled over, and he was about to explode. He slammed me against the wall, trapping my hands and legs.

Astert spread across his face as he said, "Friends? Which talend bought you to a place like this, Ariana? I thought you'd learned your lesson by now, but you're still the same as before."

He leaned in. "You love stalking me and trying to control me," he said, his tone sharp. "Enough, Ariana. You're not a kid anymore. Arre't you tired of this game?

1 struggled to breathe beneath his wright. His body was pressed against nime, and the strong smell of alcohol filled my nose,

1 gasped for it, my face flushed. I wanted to struggle, but the rough wall behind me caused a sharp pain in my waists and legs. I stared at the furious man before me, his eyes blazing anger.

I managed to stammes, "I wasn't following you... I...I was...

Ejah's gaze grew dazed.

My words caught in my throat as I noticed the changes in him. Heat suddenly spread through me, my whole body burning, as if it were about to catch fire.

Elijah stated at me intensely and leaned in toward my lips.

In a panic, 1 coke free from his grip and slapped him hard across the face. His face pisted from the slap, and he looked stunned, unable to bellave what had just happened. "You slapped me?" he asked, incredulously.

I was furious and humiliated, tears spilling from my eyes. "You bastard! I wasn't following you. I saw everything! I saw you and Jane.."

jah covered my mouth before I could say more. His face turned ashen. "Do you want to die? Shut up!!

I bit down on his hand as hard as I could. Elijah winced in pain and let go of me

"I saw everything!" I shouted, anger surging through me. "When did you and Jeremiah start this? Enjah, I remember now, you've known him for years. How could you do this to my family?" Elijah tried to cover my mouth, but it was too late

"Tell me, did you two plan this back in 2018?" I yellednoveldrama

Lijah's face turned pale. He clutched the wound on his hand, murmuring

My head throbbed with pain.

The old memories were like torture to me. Every time I tried to recall something, it felt like I was going to collapse. But

Imembered now. It won the year Elijah and I had just gotten married. He sold on Linden Group was in trouble. The investors were polling out all their money.

"Art, I remember your grandparents left you 50 million dollars. Can you lend it to me for an emergency?" he pleaded

Inaively thought it was just a short-term loan. He even convinced me to keep it from my parents, so secretly transferred the money through a lawyer.

But the truth was, that money wasn't entirely mine. It actually belonged to the York Group.

After I transferred the 50 million, the Hall family launched a market attack on York Group, causing the Tock family's reputation and wealth to plummet.

When my parents planned to use the 50 million dollars to save York Group, they found out I had already transferred the money. The York family suffered massive losses and never fully recovered

At that time, my father cut ties with me. I went from being a pampered daughter to an outcast. My stupid actions made in the laughingstock of Halton City, and I remained so to this day. To make matters worse, my father suffered a heart attack, and my mother's health deteriorated rapidly.

It hurt! My head was pounding, but the pain in my heart was even worse.

I didn't know what I looked like now. All I knew was that I was about to lose my mind.

over again.

I couldn't stand those memories anymore. The more I remembered, the more it felt like each thought was a krille, stabbing my heart over and over