After He Remembered He Lost Me Novel by AvaXox25 _ Novel




After He Remembered He Lost Me Chapter 01

After my boyfriend got his memory back, he changed.
He still said he loved me. But he stopped choosing me.
He started standing beside another woman. Watching her smile. Let her humiliate me. And still chose her.
That's when I knew— the man who once loved me was already gone.
So I accepted his mother's offer, and walked away without saying goodbye.
Now he's losing his mind, begging everyone to find me.
Funny.
When I needed him— he never came.
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Evelyn Rowe's POV:
“Here’s eight million dollars. Leave the country within a week, and never come near my son again.”
Katherine sat across from me, her face perfect but cold, like I disgusted her.
If this were before, I would’ve cried and said I loved him for who he was, not his money.
But now, I just nodded. “Okay.”
She froze for a second, then gave a sharp, mocking smile. “At least you know your place.”
The way she said that made it clear—me and Adrian were from two different worlds.
I lowered my eyes, took the check, and walked out without saying a word.
By the time I got back to the villa, it was already dark.
The place was so big, I still got lost sometimes.
The only thing that felt familiar was the photo on the coffee table.
In it, Adrian had his arm around my waist, looking at me like I was everything.
My fingers brushed the frame, and suddenly, I was back to that rainy night three years ago.
I found him at the alley entrance, covered in blood, barely standing.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I… don’t remember.” He shook his head, rain mixing with the blood on his face.
I couldn’t just leave him there.
So I took him home—to my tiny, run-down apartment.
It was barely over three hundred square feet.
The walls were peeling, pipes leaked, and winter felt like hell unless we piled on blankets and clothes.
But somehow, in that broken place, we had the purest kind of love.
We held onto each other like we were all we had in the world.
If I worked late, he would wait downstairs for hours just to walk me home.
When my cramps got so bad I was shaking, he stayed up all night rubbing my stomach.
He took five part-time jobs a day just to buy me a necklace I once said I liked.
The only thing I couldn’t handle… was how much he wanted me.
Every night, without fail.
When I got shy and begged him to stop, he’d bite my ear and laugh. “I want you this bad because I love you.”
That year, when we loved each other the most, he dragged me into a tattoo shop.
He had my name inked right on his collarbone.
When the artist asked if it hurt, he looked at me and smiled. “Good. Pain makes it harder to forget who I love most.”
Back then, I really thought… we’d stay like that forever.
But then he got his memory back.
And everything changed.
Turns out, he was never some broke guy.
He was the heir to the Wolfe family in Los Angeles—rich enough to control the whole financial world.
The night I found him, he had just survived a car crash set up by his enemies.
After he recovered, he took me with him back to his world.
We moved into a mansion so big, the bathroom alone was ten times my old apartment.
But from that moment on… he wasn’t the same.
He wore suits I couldn’t name, talked about deals worth millions, and stopped coming home at night.
I kept telling myself he was just busy.
I wanted to believe it so bad.
Until the news broke.
Photos of him and Mara were everywhere.
In one picture, he was opening the car door for her. They were smiling at each other like nothing else mattered.
Everyone in the comments called them a perfect match.
That night, I sat by the window and watched the moon until sunrise.
And I finally understood something.
The man who waited for me, who worked himself to the bone, who tattooed my name on his body…
He disappeared the moment he got his memory back.
Now he was someone untouchable.
And I was just… me.
Someone like him was always meant to be with someone like Mara.
So why was I still holding on?
I’d only end up humiliating myself.
It was better to let go.
For both of us.
That night, he didn’t come home again.
But this time, I didn’t wait.
I went to bed early.
The next morning, I left before sunrise and went straight to apply for a visa.
I paid extra to rush it.
One week. That’s all it would take.
One week, and I’d be gone.
At noon, I left the visa center and went to grab something to eat.
But the second I pushed open the restaurant door, I froze.
By the window, Adrian was gently wiping Mara’s lips with a napkin.
That same look in his eyes… the one he used to give me.
It felt like something grabbed my heart and squeezed.
I turned to leave, but accidentally knocked over a plant by the door.
The noise made him look up.
The warmth in his eyes disappeared the second he saw me.
He stood up and walked over slowly. “Are you stalking me?” His voice was cold.
Before I could even speak, he added, “I already explained those rumors. It was just a business meeting. When are you going to stop acting like this?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
All I could hear was his mother’s voice from yesterday.
“Ade and Mara are getting engaged soon. It was decided a long time ago. And he likes her very much…”
A business meeting?
Yeah. To plan their future together.
“Ade, don’t be so harsh.” Mara walked over with a soft smile. “What a coincidence, Ms. Rowe. Come sit with us.”
Before I could refuse, she pulled me to their table.
I sat down like I didn’t even control my own body, staring at Adrian’s cold face.
“What would you like to eat?” Mara handed me the menu. “The French food here is amazing.”
I couldn’t even understand half the words.
The embarrassment hit me hard.
“I’m not hungry.” I pushed it back.
“Then try the soup.” She placed a seafood chowder in front of me. “It’s really good.”
I stared at it, my stomach tightening.
I was allergic to seafood.
I was just about to say no when Adrian’s phone rang.
He stood up and walked away to take the call.
I recognized his suit—it cost more than my entire apartment building.
“Go on, try it,” Mara said softly.
Then she leaned closer. “People like you don’t get to eat something this expensive very often.”
I snapped my head up and looked at her.
She was smiling.
“You don’t actually think you can marry him just because you slept with him, right?” she said lightly. “If he hadn’t lost his memory, someone like you wouldn’t even have met him.”
I clenched the napkin in my hand.
I might be poor, but I wasn’t going to let her talk to me like that.
“Ms. Ellington, we don’t even know each other. Why would you—”
She didn’t let me finish.
She suddenly screamed and knocked over the bowl.
The hot soup spilled all over her hand—and mine.
Adrian rushed back immediately, grabbing her hand. “What happened?”
“It’s nothing…” Her eyes turned red. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come. Ms. Rowe is your girlfriend. She has every right to be upset…”
He turned to me, annoyed. “Evelyn, why would you do this? I’ve explained everything already.”
“I didn’t. She—”
“Enough!” he cut me off. “I saw it. When did you become this unreasonable?”
Then he picked her up and walked out without even looking back.
Mara rested against him, then turned her head slightly and gave me a small, victorious smile.
I stood there, not moving.
My hands were red and burning.
Blisters had already formed.
But he didn’t even look at me.
Not once.
All he cared about was her… and that tiny red mark on her skin.
He had changed so much.
He was no longer the man who made me his whole world.
Three years ago, when I burned myself cooking, he panicked like crazy.
Even in the middle of the night, he ran out to buy medicine.
While applying it, his voice shook. “Eve… does it hurt?”
Back then, everything he had—his heart, his attention—belonged to me.
Now…
I was nothing to him.

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