It's Better to Forget about Each Other — Novel

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In a world where love and ambition collide, Lionel Gilmore watches as his life unravels before him. His girlfriend Louisa, once devoted and loving, now seems to have traded their long-standing relationship for the glitz of a new assistant, Marco. When Louisa gifts Lionel's coveted supercar to this charming rival, betrayal slices deeper than any steel. As Lionel grapples with jealousy and lingering affection, is it possible to salvage what remains of their bond?

The tension escalates when Lionel confronts Louisa, only to find her caught between loyalty to her boyfriend and her ambition-driven choices. A night of misunderstandings reveals their relationship's fragility, leaving Lionel questioning if he truly knows the woman he loves. Can he reclaim her heart before it's too late, or has he lost her to the allure of ambition and prestige?

In this gripping tale of romance and rivalry, secrets simmer beneath the surface, and every decision carries the weight of their shared history. As Lionel fights for Louisa, will he discover that sometimes, forgetting is the only way to move forward?

It's Better to Forget about Each OtherChapter 1

Louisa Watson, who was showing off her affection to me on X a second ago, quietly took away the limited-edition sports car that I had reserved for a long time in the automotive dealership.

An hour later, her male assistant drove the car and posted a message on his social media.

[Having a boss who cares for her subordinates is my happiness.]

She knew that I loved cars as much as my life, yet she dared to steal it and give it away to someone else.

That night, I brought all the top-of-the-line sports cars that I had collected in my garage to her.

Let her pick and send it away.

My father even agreed to a blind date with the Scott Family on my behalf overnight.

I had money, good looks and a good figure, so why should I waste my time on someone who did not love me!

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In the evening, I stood on the balcony of the villa and gazed the sunset.

A majestic roar came from afar and a limited-edition supercar with black and gold paint appeared in front of the villa.

Marco Tucker walked around the car to the passenger seat and opened the passenger door gently and considerately.

A pair of gleaming silver stiletto heels stepped on the ground.