After I Lost My Memory, My Star Athlete Boyfriend Said We Broke Up Chapter 06

After I Lost My Memory, My Star Athlete Boyfriend Said We Broke Up Chapter 06

The floating live comments fell silent for a beat, then slowly scrolled into view.

[Why doesn’t he step in and pull the reporters away? Their microphones are practically shoved right in her face!]

[What’s going through his head? Even a regular friend would help when someone gets swarmed like this.]

[He’s probably waiting for Camille to turn to him and beg for help…]

Camille clenched her fists.

Beg the man who’d sparked all this chaos? She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Camille spun on her heel and fled, struggling to break free from the crowd of reporters.

After that day, public opinion spiraled completely out of control. When brand representatives called, their tone was far harsher than before.

“Ms. Logan, if Killian truly intends to terminate his contract with you, we cannot move forward with our deal.”

“You ought to know you only built your reputation as a top agent thanks to him. Without Killian, I doubt any sponsor would want to work with you.”

Camille held the phone to her ear, listening to the dial tone after the call ended. She sat motionless in her chair for a long time.

The comment stream flooded her vision with pleas.

[Apologize to him, Camille. Smooth this over, or all your years of hard work will go up in smoke.]

[He’s glued to his phone right now, waiting for your message! All you need to do is back down, and he’ll clear everything up instantly!]

Camille forced a bitter smile, suddenly overwhelmed by exhaustion.

Killian knew exactly where to strike her vulnerabilities. Someone who’d once shared every secret with you always knew exactly where to twist the knife.

As if surrendering, she grabbed her phone and typed to Killian: [I’m sorry.]

Almost immediately, a reply popped up: [I told you long ago. You need me, not the other way around.]

Her breath hitched. For a long moment, she couldn’t form a single word.

Over the next several days, Camille buried herself in the office, handling the online backlash.

Shortly after her apology, Killian posted an Instagram story claiming all the earlier remarks had been a joke, yet it did nothing to stop the wave of mockery aimed at her across the internet.

Camille was preparing to leave work when a message from Killian arrived: [Come drive me home.]

No explanation, just a blunt command.

Camille sighed and headed toward the training center.

Killian climbed into the car after practice, a satisfied look on his face. “You got here fast. I’m impressed.”

Camille had no desire to engage with him. But Killian leaned closer, refusing to let it drop. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Camille merged onto a quiet, isolated stretch of road, her gaze fixed firmly on the highway ahead.

Killian’s expression darkened. Without warning, he reached over and wrenched the steering wheel toward the guardrail!

The car lurched violently, veering toward the guardrail.

In that split second, the screech of tires and the blur of approaching metal triggered something deep in her mind—fragmented images of the crash pierced through the fog. Her brain went blank, icy dread washing over her as she froze behind the wheel.

Killian lunged forward, snatched the steering wheel, and wrenched it sharply in the opposite direction. The vehicle scraped against the barrier before skidding to a stop on the shoulder.

He gasped for air and twisted toward her, voice sharp with accusation. “Are you insane? Why didn’t you swerve?”

Camille turned to face him quietly. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke. “I remember why I crashed.”

Back then, she’d been driving when an unknown message popped up on her phone.

The contents shattered her composure. Distracted, she slammed into a tree along the roadside. That collision stole all her memories.

Camille’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. A suffocating cold seized her chest—the kind of pain that had been buried with her memories now clawing its way back. She couldn’t breathe.

Killian stiffened in the passenger seat, his voice growing hoarse. “What do you remember?”

Camille avoided his eyes. “Get out of the car.”

“What?”

She finally met his gaze, tone unyielding. “I said, get out.”

Killian stared at her for two full seconds, realizing she wasn’t bluffing. His face clouded over. He shoved open the door and stepped outside.

The door slammed shut behind him with a deafening crash.

Camille didn’t move immediately. Only after seeing him pull out his phone did she accelerate past him and drive onward.

The live comments exploded across her view.

[Did she get all her memories back?]

[Doesn’t seem like it. Only the moments right before the crash. Has anyone who’s followed this story from the start got spoilers? What did she see in that message?]

[It was leaked photos of Killian with another woman in bed.]