Chapter 873

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Tears pricked the corners of Eliana’s eyes, and her voice came out soft, trembling. “Thank you.”
She had already built a fortune with her own hands. But now, with nothing more than the stroke of two pens, her father and brother had made her richer than she had ever dreamed.
“Tell me,” Arthur said, leaning forward with warmth in his tone, “is there anything else your heart desires? Whatever it is, say the word.”
Milton chimed in without missing a beat, “Anything at all. You know I’ll back you up.”
Eliana met their eager gazes, her expression hardening with resolve. “There is indeed one thing.”
It was so rare for her to ask for anything that both men tensed with anticipation, leaning in as though the moment carried great significance.
At last, Eliana took a steadying breath. “It’s about Cole. I want you to let me handle things with him in my own way.”
Arthur’s brows furrowed, and his smile faded. “Cole? Eliana, you two are already divorced. Your marriage records were wiped clean. The man doesn’t even remember you—and now he’s set to marry Wanda. What could there possibly be left to deal with?” Follow current novᴇls on.net
Eliana lifted her gaze, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “Dad, I love him. If he finds his way back to me, I want to stand by his side.”
Walking away from him simply wasn’t an option her heart could accept. That day with Paige had left her seething, and in her anger, she had sworn she wanted nothing to do with him. Yet now, the memory of that fleeting, tender look in his eyes dissolved every wall she had built.
The man who couldn’t remember her was, against all odds, falling in love with her once again. How could she let go of the profound love they had once shared? How could she pretend that the tattoo on her shoulder and the vows they had whispered to each other meant nothing?
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Milton’s jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face. “Elliana, don’t you see? You’re lowering yourself for a man who doesn’t even remember you.”
A weary sigh slipped past her lips. “Maybe that’s true. But none of this is his fault.”
No blame belonged to Cole—his memory had been stolen, not surrendered.
The truth gnawed at her: she had failed to create the cure that might have spared him the distorted memory and memory loss. That failure was hers alone. She refused to abandon him.
Arthur’s and Milton’s expressions darkened simultaneously. Neither wanted her to get tangled with Cole again, not after the pain he had already caused her. Still, she had just come home, and the last thing they wanted was to upset her.
Patiently, Elliana spoke again, her tone calm but unwavering. “There are pieces I can’t reveal because they involve the Evans family secrets. But what I can tell you is this: Cole and I were real. He once staked his life for me, and his memory loss wasn’t a choice. I want to be by his side, help him remember, and find our way back to what we had.”
Arthur and Milton exchanged a long, loaded glance. Both clearly wanted to object, yet their words stalled at the edge of their lips.
Sensing the crack in their resistance, Elliana pressed gently. “I know the Evans family brings nothing but bitterness to you after what Eva did. And I know you don’t want me tied to that family again. But Eva has been disowned—she has nothing to do with them anymore.”
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