He Thought I’d Never Leave, Until I Forgot Who He Was Chapter 06

He Thought I’d Never Leave, Until I Forgot Who He Was Chapter 06

I didn’t turn around.

The moment I stepped outside the estate, the evening breeze brushed my face, and I felt

completely free.

I glanced toward the athletic field at the college next door, where laughter rang out.

Young adults really did have a kind of energy that was hard to ignore.

No wonder Julian liked younger company.

Honestly, I could see the appeal.

Minors were obviously out of the question.

But adult men dressed as college athletes? Now that was tempting.

So I headed to a high-end lounge that offered male escorts and booked eight men at once.

“You guys were born for this job!”

I pressed my face against one man’s chest, inhaled, then leaned back in appreciation.

“Seriously. You’ve clearly been working out.”

A tanned, athletic escort beside him caught my hand and guided it down his torso.

“What about me?”

I gave him an approving look.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

I buried my face against his chest for a second, then pulled back with an appreciative grin.

“Wow. You smell incredible.”

A sweet-faced younger escort gave me a wounded, puppy-eyed look.

“So which one of us do you love the most?”

I tapped his forehead.

“Baby, we’re talking business here. Don’t ask me about love. Isn’t it enough that I’m paying

you?”

I fanned a stack of bills in front of his face.

He took the money from my hand.

“You’re terrible.”

I laughed.’

“Now I get why everyone likes younger men.”

I pulled out another four thousand dollars. “Seven inches? Nice. Every extra half inch earns you

another fifteen hundred.”

I was still having fun when the elevator on the club’s top floor suddenly opened.

A tall figure in a black suit strode out.

The air around him seemed to turn cold.

Julian Mercer looked terrifying.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face rigid, and jealousy, regret, and fury rolled off him in waves.

He approached me one step at a time, his eyes locked on mine, filled with jealousy, anguish, and regret.

He stopped in front of me.

His voice came out hoarse.

“Evie, you weren’t like this before. You said men like this were dirty. You wouldn’t even touch them.”

“What’s dirty about them?”

I moved closer to the athletic escort.

“His mother’s seriously ill. His younger sister’s in school. His father died. He’s supporting his

whole family. He doesn’t have it easy.”

“Evie!”

Julian’s voice was frighteningly hoarse.

I looked at his wrecked face and gave him the faintest smile.

“No wonder you like them young.”

I glanced toward the men behind me.

“They really do have energy.”

Julian stared at me, his eyes reddening.

“Evie, don’t do this. Come back. Please.”

His voice shook.

“I was wrong. I really was.

I calmly looked away, picked up my drink, and gently swirled the glass.

“Mr. Mercer, I really don’t blame you.”

Julian looked as though his heart were being squeezed and torn apart, leaving him barely able to breathe.

“That’s exactly what I can’t stand-that you don’t blame me.”

I couldn’t understand his reaction.

“Isn’t it better that I’m not clinging to you anymore?”

He suddenly seized my shoulders.

“You should make a scene. You should hate me. You should demand a divorce. That’s who are!”

“Wouldn’t that be a little undignified?”

I stepped back, putting distance between us.

He stared at me as if he’d never seen me before.

“Love isn’t dignified.”

“Maybe not.”

“But I have my dignity, and I don’t want a love that costs me that.”

I turned toward the sweet-faced escort and pinched his cheek.

Julian began to shake.

“How did it come to this? You used to love me so much!”

He kept murmuring to himself as he wandered out in a daze.

I heard later that Julian ended every affair and cut off Sienna completely.

Her pregnancy was too far along to terminate, so Julian sent Sienna and their unborn child

overseas.

After that, he tried obsessively to make things up to me.

He tried everything he could think of, desperate for me to look at him again and fall in love

with him all over again.

Every day, rain or shine, he waited outside my building.

My old favorite snacks, specialty pastries, rare, discontinued accessories-he piled them all

outside my door.

But I didn’t hate him.

And I didn’t love him.

To me, Julian Mercer had become a stranger.

Whatever love I once had for him had disappeared with the memories the Forgetting Hex took

away.

He was left to spend the rest of his ruined life alone, consumed by endless regret.

As for me, the road ahead lay wide open, and the man I’d once loved was no longer part of it.