He Regrets Sealing Her Memories
: He Regrets Sealing Her Memories
(Ethan’s POV)
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Olivia looked up in surprise as I sat down beside her, holding an apple and the fruit knife. I began peeling the apple with careful precision, the blade moving in smooth strokes.
“Were you close to my mother?” she asked softly.
I nodded, not looking up from the apple. “Very close. Ask me anything you want to know.”
Her voice carried a hint of uncertainty. “Cynthia Mooncrest told me my mother escaped from an arranged
mating with the Mooncrest family. Is that true?”
I paused, considering my words carefully. “Your mother was indeed fleeing an arranged mating. On her way out, she encountered danger. I was the one who helped her escape.”
Olivia’s shoulders seemed to relax slightly. I sneered inwardly. She believed Lyra had successfully escaped, unaware that she had simply fallen into another devil’s cage.
To solidify her trust, I reached for my phone and showed her an old photograph. “This was taken in 1995. I was just a child then.”
The image showed a young me standing beside Lyra Blackwood. The proof was undeniable.
Olivia’s eyes widened with gratitude. She grabbed my hand suddenly. “Thank you for helping my mother. I
can’t express how much this means to me.”
I feigned sadness, letting my voice c***k slightly. “We lost contact after that. She promised to return someday, but she never did.”
Olivia mentioned something that made my blood run cold. “There’s something puzzling about my mother’s company in the Sovereign’s Citadel – Shield Chajn Technology. It’s been losing money since inception, which seems strange for a tech genius like her.”
She paused thoughtfully. “Maybe she left it as a foothold, planning to return one day. Perhaps even to see
you.”
The words hit me like silver poisoning through my veins. While Olivia had been cherished and taken.
everywhere by our mother, I had been abandoned and despised. She had received the love and legacy that
should have been mine.
The injustice burned within me, festering like an infected wound.
The conversation shifted to Hacker/Zero. I remarked casually, “It’s a shame such a talent died.”
Olivia’s response was ice cold. “Hacker Zero was a prolific criminal. I’ve seen Matthew’s intelligence report detailing his many crimes.”
The words were a stunning blow. Not only had she stolen my mother’s love and inheritance, but she also knew the extent of my secret life. She had to die.
I concealed my murderous rage and offered her a piece of the freshly cut apple. “This was your mother’s
favorite fruit.”
“But my mother never ate apples,” Olivia replied innocently.
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“I really love eating apples,” I remembered the happy look in her eyes when I stole an apple and gave it to her back then. So, was she even lying about her own habits?
I handed her the precious photograph with cold precision. “Keep this. It’s yours now.”
As soon as she left, I called Tasha immediately. “I’ll make her death silent,” I promised, my voice steady as
steel. “But I want access to her system immediately. Arrange it.”
(Theodore’s POV)
I waited outside Ethan’s room, pacing like a caged wolf. When Olivia emerged, I desperately tried to convince
her.
“Olivia, Ethan is Hacker Zero. He deceived us both. You have to believe me.”
She brushed me off with infuriating calm. “Don’t call me ‘my love‘ anymore. I am Matthew Kane’s mate.”
Then she delivered the most devastating blow. “Since Master Healer Alistair treated my traumatic memories
of your affair, my love for you vanished along with the pain.”
Her eyes held no emotion as she looked at me. Just the placid gaze one gives a stranger.
“I really don’t love you anymore, Theodore.”
I couldn’t accept it. I stammered about our ten years together, her sacrifices, everything we had built.
Her indifference was a blade far sharper than her previous hatred.
“Theodore, let’s end it here,” she said, sealing my fate with those simple words.
I collapsed internally, watching her walk away with measured steps. In a frenzy, I chased her out of the
hospital and into a torrential downpour.
I blocked her car desperately, pulling open her door as rain soaked through my clothes.
“Please, don’t forget me,” I begged, my voice cracking with pain so profound it seemed to merge with the
storm.
I tried to embrace her, desperate to feel any warmth, any connection through our severed mate bond. But she
was ice.
She coldly threatened to take me to the pack courts, strip me of visitation rights to Leo, and erase herself from my life completely.
Her utter lack of emotion not love, not pain, not even anger was my complete undoing.
I stumbled back as she drove away/leaving me lying defeated in the storm. The rain mixed with something else on my face.
Seraphina Kane appeared with an umbrella, her expression concerned.
I grabbed her hand suddenly, a new desperate plan forming in my fractured mind. “Help me see her one more
time. Please.”
I regretted sealing her memories. I would have them restored, even if it meant she would go back to hating
- me.
At least then, I would still exist in her heart.
(God’s POV)
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Olivia arrived at the Shadow Syndicate’s intelligence center, her movements efficient and purposeful. Her phone rang, and a woman’s gentle voice came through the speaker.
Olivia seemed slightly surprised. “Have dinner together tonight?”
She paused, listening. “Matthew is hiding something from me?”
Another pause. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone I’m going to see you.”
Two hours later, Olivia walked into a restaurant, her guard seemingly down for the first time in weeks.
In the alley across the street, Ethan loaded a silver bullet into his gun and aimed directly at Olivia.
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