Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 116

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 116**

**Chapter 116**

**Norah’s POV**

The familiar passcode greeted me like an old friend.

It was still the same sequence, a secret only Lucien and I shared, a whisper of our past that lingered in the air.

A flicker of hope ignited in my chest, fragile yet persistent.

With a gentle push, I opened the door.

The apartment greeted me with an unsettling darkness, an eerie silence that wrapped around me like a shroud. Yet, amid the stillness, an unfamiliar sweetness permeated the air, a perfume that wasn’t mine.

Not my earthy, woody scents that I cherished.

“Lucien?” I called out, my voice reverberating in the emptiness.

Silence enveloped me in response.

I flicked on the lights, and the living room emerged from the shadows, almost recognizable… yet undeniably altered.

A delicate pink cashmere shawl lay carelessly draped over the sofa, its presence a stark reminder of someone who wasn’t me.

On the coffee table, an exquisite mug from an elite, obscure socialite brand sat proudly, its rim marked with a lipstick stain.

A painful knot tightened in my stomach, twisting with every breath.

Tentatively, I stepped further inside.

On the kitchen island, a whimsical, pastel-colored breakfast machine stood, a cheerful anomaly in the somber atmosphere.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open, my heart racing with apprehension.

My skincare products, my toiletries—vanished.

In their place was a lineup of luxurious items, still gleaming as if they had just arrived.

Next to them, a bright fuchsia electric toothbrush lay, damp and recently used.

On the dressing table, pearl hairpins and crystal-studded earrings sparkled under the light, mocking me with their presence.

I glanced toward the bedroom door, which was ajar.

The bed was perfectly made, untouched, but the nightstand held a half-read romance novel, its cover depicting a couple locked in an embrace.

This place, this once private sanctuary Lucien had claimed was ours alone, was now tainted with the traces of another woman.

Amélie.

She had seamlessly woven herself into the fabric of this home.

Her scent lingered, her belongings scattered everywhere.

I thought I had steeled myself for this moment.

But witnessing it all firsthand felt like a dagger carving into my chest.

A wave of nausea crashed over me again, and I clamped a hand over my mouth, forcing it down.

What was left to discuss?

The truth was laid bare around me.

His mother had orchestrated this.

He hadn’t put up a fight.

No matter the excuses he might offer, they would never be enough.

If he had truly chosen me…

Would he have ever allowed another woman’s possessions to invade our home?

Disappointment washed over me, sharp and icy, a bitter reminder of my naivety.

Norah, you really are foolish,

I turned sharply, ready to leave—

“Norah?!”

His voice, shocked and breathless, cut through the stillness from the doorway.

Lucien stood there, keys clutched tightly in his hand.

As his gaze fell on me, every trace of exhaustion melted away, replaced by an overwhelming relief that radiated from him.

He rushed toward me, his keys clattering to the floor in his haste.

In an instant, he enveloped me in his arms, pulling me against his chest with a fierce urgency.

He buried his face in my neck, his breath warm and trembling, laden with emotion.

“Norah… it’s really you.”

His kisses fell upon my hair, my temples, my cheeks, before his lips found mine in a desperate, frantic embrace.

He kissed me as if I were the only lifeline in a turbulent sea.

In any other moment, I would have melted into him, surrendering completely.

But now, my body remained rigid, unyielding.

All I could sense was her presence.

That sickly sweet perfume clung to him, suffocating me.

My eyes burned with unshed tears.

Silent droplets slipped down my cheeks, only to be absorbed by his fervent kiss.

It was only then that he sensed something amiss.

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