Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 50

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 50**

**Chapter 50**

**1949**

**H**

**+3 Pearls**

**Norah’s POV**

As I settled into the plush chair by the expansive window that stretched from floor to ceiling, the city lights twinkled like a galaxy captured in glass. Each flicker seemed to whisper secrets of the night, but my heart felt heavier than the weight of the world.

In my palm, my phone was a stone, pressing down with a burden I could scarcely bear. The text from Lucien remained glaringly visible on the screen, haunting me with its simplicity—

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

How utterly feeble those words sounded, echoing in the cavern of my mind.

I wanted to believe him. I genuinely did.

Yet, when the pivotal moment arrived, he still opted for deception.

No matter how noble the intentions behind a lie, it remained a lie, a treacherous facade.

And lurking behind every deception was a shadow of distrust, creeping into the fragile fabric of our relationship.

It was astonishing how easily it could unravel, how a single thread pulled could lead to chaos.

Inside, a tempest brewed—anger intertwined with confusion, a fierce storm of emotions.

Part of me seethed at the betrayal, while another part gnawed at the curiosity surrounding his mother’s case and the secrets he was so desperately hiding.

Before I could untangle the web of my thoughts, my phone lit up once more. It was Damian.

“Norah! I saw the interview! Please, tell me what’s really going on between us. I love you—how could I ever hurt you, or be with another woman?”

His words were a plea, filled with desperation.

“Norah, I don’t remember anything, and it’s killing me. Tell me what I did wrong. Please.”

I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to stave off the exhaustion that pressed against my skull like a vice.

He truly had lost his memory.

He had no recollection of the pain he had caused me—none of the nights I had spent in torment, wrestling with my own thoughts.

**10:22 Thu, Nov 20**

**Chapter 50**

The only thing he clung to was the truth of his love for me.

But that love felt like a distant echo, a whisper in the wind that couldn’t erase my scars.

“Damian, I’m tired,” I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

**+6 Pearls**

“Okay… okay, I won’t push you,” he murmured, his tone filled with understanding. “Just rest. Don’t overwork yourself. I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.”

I offered a half-hearted “mm” before ending the call, feeling the weight of his concern linger in the air.

Before I could even lower my phone, it buzzed again. This time, it was Lucien.

His name pulsed on the screen like a heartbeat, and for a moment, I hesitated, caught in a web of indecision. Finally, I pressed decline, severing the connection.

Then, in a moment of resolve, I powered the phone off.

I had no desire for explanations.

I wasn’t ready for more half-truths that twisted like thorns in my heart.

What I craved was silence—a sanctuary to think.

What was I truly fighting for now? And who was the real enemy in this tangled mess?

**The Next Morning**

As I stepped into the studio, I was met with a sight that nearly stole my breath away.

Underneath the vibrant mural of the Thornbird, an avalanche of flowers and heartfelt cards had been left by supporters, a testament to our resilience.

“Boss, you’re back!” Sophie exclaimed, rushing towards me, a thick stack of papers clutched in her hands like a prized possession.

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