Erase His Love Novel by Real _ Novel





Erase His Love Chapter 01

Every December, Maurice Chadwick got amnesia. It sent him back to when he hated me the most.
He locked me in the basement again and again, broke my work tools. All to get revenge for the woman he loved—Jacqueline Brayne.
I passed out from the cold over and over. Then I'd wake up in his arms when his memory came back.
I was stuck in this terrible cycle. I still loved him with all I had, hoping he'd get better one day.
Then one day, I heard him talking to friends through a half-open door.
"Maurice, how much longer are you gonna keep up this act?" someone asked.
"Rachel's the only one who believes his fake amnesia. She's such an idiot. Every time, she kneels in the snow begging us to help you remember. She really thinks you'll marry her.
"You're gonna pretend not to know her again next week, aren't you? How many years has it been now?"
"Five." Maurice's voice cut through the crack in the door—cold, harsh, and crystal clear. "During the car crash, to save her precious hands, Rachel let the glass tear through Lina, robbing her of her sense of smell. She should burn in hell for her selfishness."
Through the crack, I saw him fix Jacqueline's hair. She was sitting right next to him.
"I'm going to make sure she suffers far worse than Lina ever did."
His ruthless words hit me like a punch.
For five years, I worried about him and gave him everything. But it was all just an act—his way of punishing me.
I held back my tears and begged Lucifer in my mind.
"I want to end the mission in five days. Please erase all my feelings and memories of Maurice."
***
"Rachel, are you certain?" Lucifer asked.
Before I could answer, laughter erupted in the room again.
"I heard if Rachel's hands get cold one more time, the nerve damage will be forever. She'll never be able to hold a dropper to make perfumes again."
The guy looked at Maurice, hesitating. "Maurice, don't you think... this torture has gone on long enough?"
Maurice stopped tapping the table. He had no sympathy in his eyes at all.
Jacqueline looked down, fingering the limited-edition diamond necklace at her throat.
"Maurice, thank you for the debut gift. I love it.
"Honestly, I don't care about being a top perfumer anymore. I just want to stay with you…"
She spoke softly, acting weak, but she was just making him angrier.
It worked.
Maurice grew visibly angry.
He grabbed a glass, threw it at the man who spoke, and shouted, "Since when do you get to tell me what to do?"
He turned back, gently cupping Jacqueline's face.
"Even if Rachel's hands are ruined forever, it won't bring back Lina's sense of smell.
"She almost killed Lina. She's a murderer! How dare a cruel woman like her have dreams?"
His scoff hurt me deeply.
I still remember I got kicked out of the international perfume competition last year.
I was so sad I even wanted to end my life. He was the one who held me during those terrible nights.
He told me I was a born perfume genius. He said no matter what people said, he'd always believe in me.
What a joke.
His kindness was just a trick. He built up my confidence just to break it completely.
To him, I wasn't a genius, but a vicious murderer!
Someone else in the room chimed in, "Rachel is really talented. Maurice, if you didn't have someone switch her perfume sample, she would've won first place."
I was so shocked I felt dizzy. I dug my nails into my hands.
I worked so hard for three months for that competition. I tested smells until my nose bled.
In the end, Maurice's one order turned all my hard work into someone else's success.
Were people like us, with no background, just meant to get our life's work stolen?
I gritted my teeth, overwhelmed by despair.
Lucifer asked for confirmation once more.
"Rachel, are you sure you want to erase your memories?
"You gave up 10 years of your life to stay with him longer. Are you giving up all of that now?"
I forced a weak, empty smile—only sadness in it.
A long time ago, Lucifer approached me and asked me to carry out a mission.
The goal was to make Maurice fall in love with me.
The mission was still far from complete, but I had already fallen in love with him along the way.
A month ago, Lucifer warned me my mission time was almost up. If I failed, I'd lose everything.
I didn't want to leave Maurice. I held onto those few small kind moments he gave me.
So I begged Lucifer over and over. I traded my life for more time. Yesterday, he finally said yes.
But the man I sacrificed everything to love was actually cruel and abusive.
I had been such an idiot.
I closed my eyes, fighting back tears.
"I'm sure!"
Right then, the phone in my pocket buzzed.
"Rach, your brother is in the OR!"

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