Betrayed By Love, Erased From Memory

Chapter 6

Word Count: 680 | Released on: 24/04/2026

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to a blur over the m

n's digital footprints to keep the FBI off his back. I kne

countdown for *Tabula Rasa* vanished, buryi

highly complex, chaotic flow chart of offsh

taircase. His towering frame completely blo

oose. The sharp, heavy scent of aged whiskey roll

worse. The sickly-sweet, hyper-expensive scen

physical and psychological disgust hit me like a punch to the gut, but I bit down har

hair. His large, heavy hands

inst the back of my chair as he tried

e mug near the monitor. The movement naturally angle

r. His dark eyebrows snapped tog

ill suspended. A flash of dark annoyance

d, keeping my face a mask o

cling through three separate shell compani

ata on the screen to force his attent

out a low, cold grunt, choosing not

r, crossing his long legs

the side of my face, his gaze stripping me do

pped bird. My chest felt tight, but the hand

amped around my jaw, his fingers digging into my

my bottom lip, pressing hard enough to

ooking for that pathetic, lovesick devotion I usuall

rs slump. I perfectly mimicked the exhaust

He looked mildly satisf

knuckles rapping a slow, rhythm

felt like it plummeted another te

ce stretched, broken only by

or the Swiss offshore accou

dilated

e node that *Tabula Rasa* was curren

countdown timer tick

inches from the screen. His massive, suf

o. I want to see the live

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Betrayed By Love, Erased From Memory

Shi Yue Werewolf

“I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York. To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins's silent, elegant Queen. But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table. It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test. "Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture." I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking. He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago. He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy. He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go. He was wrong. I didn't want to divorce him-you don't divorce a Don. And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy. I wanted to erase him. I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built. Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa." It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul. On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial. When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth. He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife. Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.”