NovelEnglishChapter 8 Ready to Go
Arthur was doing this to see if her body still felt familiar.
She'd lost her memory and forgotten she once loved him.
For five years, they shared a bed, with countless intimate moments.
He knew her body better than anyone,
now he was trying to recapture that feeling-but it was gone.
and
Her reaction to his kiss and touch was
pure disgust. Her clear eyes showed only wariness.
The air felt icy, tension thick in the room.
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Charlotte stepped back, keeping her distance. Her voice was cold. “Arthur, even though we're married, you're a
stranger to me. Don’t cnear me, or I'll call the police.”
With that, she opened the door and left.
Arthur's face darkened, veins throbbing with frustration and anger.
He wanted to shower, but seeing the bedroom only made him angrier.
She used to love decorating-trinkets everywhere, a vase on the high table, delicate figurines on the bedside,
cute throw pillows on the couch, and the bright yellow bedsheets she adored.
But now, all of that was gone.
The room was back to its cold, empty state, sterile and oppressive.
Her presence, her scent, all traces of her had vanished.
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind.
He walked quickly into the walk-in closet, and the light flickered on.
His eyes fell on the space where her dresses used to hang.
She had erased every trace of herself, like she was ready to leave at any moment.
A dull ache stirred in his chest, but Arthur shoved it aside, frustration rising. His headache was getting worse.
He'd struggled with insomnia for years,
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but after marrying Charlotte, things had improved.
He thought he was better. But in just two days, it all cback.
He grabbed his phone and called a friend. “Let's go have a drink.”
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Charlotte left the villa, the cool night air calming her nerves.
Just then, her phone rang. It was her friend, Diana Ortiz.
“Hello, Diana.”
There was a pause, and then Diana said, “I heard you lost your memory?”
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Diana was the kind of cool, detached person who only cared about things that interested her.
Charlotte replied quickly, “I need to talk to you in person. Where are you?”
“Blue Door,” Diana answered.
“I'm on my way,” Charlotte said.
Blue Door was one of Lanceser’s top upscale bars, super exclusive.
Before marrying Arthur, Charlotte used to chere a lot, but after marriage, she focused on being the perfect
wife.
Now, stepping back into this world, she felt something stir inside her.
Just then, someone tapped her shoulder.
Turning around, she saw a familiar, unwelcface-Sarah.
Her long, straight hair flowed down her back, and she wore light makeup.
In a soft pink dress that highlighted her graceful figure, her smile was warm and classy. Years of dancing had
given her a natural elegance.
“Mrs. Harrison, are you here looking for Arthur?”
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