That quiet, cautious love was now trampled beneath their feet.
Her voice trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as she said, “I saved him by accident, but he lost his memory and remembers nothing. He can’t live without me.”
Charles looked at me with the coldness of a stranger.
He frowned and said in a harsh tone, “Are you trying to cause trouble?”
There was a clear threat beneath his words.
My mother hurried over and grabbed my arm.
“Grace, don’t get upset. Sophie is injured and can’t be provoked.”
My eyes burned with tears, voice trembling, “Mom, you only care about him? What about me? Can’t you see all the suffering I’ve endured?”
But she just shook her head, anxiety clear on her face.
“Stop making trouble. Sophie can’t handle it now.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Every ounce of patience I had was gone.
I stepped forward, tears streaming down my face, “Charles! Do you really not remember anything?
Our daughter, our past — have you forgotten it all?”
His eyes were full of annoyance.
“My wife is only Sophie. She’s the only one I love.”
He paused, then said coldly, “Other people’s feelings don’t concern me.”
My chest tightened painfully. It was hard to breathe. The world spun around me.