Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Norah’s Perspective

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” I whispered, forcing calm into my voice, though a shaky tremor betrayed my nerves.

Katarina’s eyes met mine, a flicker of pity lingering there, as if she regretted the pain she was about to cause.

“Lucien and I…” she began slowly, stirring her coffee with deliberate slowness, “it was never something you could have known from the start.”

She paused, then continued, “We shared a love that left a mark on our souls. But then my family faced a serious crisis, and I had to leave to take care of it. Our separation was supposed to be temporary. We never broke up.”

Her words hit me like an explosion inside my mind.

Never broke up?

“I left to help him, to search for clues about his mother’s disappearance,” Katarina added quietly.

“I don’t believe you,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

She let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, then reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table toward me.

“Then look at this,” she said.

I hesitated, then opened the envelope. Inside was a photograph.

In the picture, Lucien was listening intently to the woman beside him.

That woman was Katarina.

His gaze was focused, tender, and completely absorbed.

I noticed the date stamped in the bottom left corner: last Tuesday.

Last Tuesday… I remembered clearly. That night, I asked him where he had been. He told me he had an important company meeting that had run very late.

A familiar wave of betrayal washed over me, sharp and bitter.

Damian’s lies. Now Lucien’s deception too.

Why did every person I trusted resort to lies?

My hand trembled so violently I could barely hold the thin photograph steady.

“Still don’t believe me? Why not ask him yourself?” Katarina’s voice was laced with cruel suggestion.

I felt numb but obediently pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I dialed Lucien’s number.

The phone rang endlessly before he finally answered.

“Norah? What’s wrong?” His voice was tired but gentle.

“Lucien…” I took a shaky breath, trying to sound composed. “I just wanted to ask… last Tuesday night, were you really in a meeting the whole time?”

There was silence on the other end for several seconds.

Those seconds stretched on, torturous and heavy.

“Yes,” he answered at last. “It was a crucial meeting that went late. I’m sorry, sweetheart, did I neglect you?”

Another lie.

I hung up, darkness clouding my vision.

“Now do you understand?” Katarina’s voice was like a demon whispering in my ear. “Why would he hide it? Because he doesn’t want you to know I exist. He doesn’t want his perfect stand-in to leave the game early.”

“Stand-in?” I repeated softly, confused.

Katarina smiled triumphantly and tipped the envelope, causing more photographs to scatter across the table.

They showed different women at various events—cocktail parties, yachts, private gatherings.

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