The Man Who Remembered

Name: The Man Who Remembered
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I once believed in love, in forever. I was an architect, building a life, a future, with the woman I adored, Olivia. She was my world, my wife. But then her past, in the form of Julian, her "true love," re-emerged. They framed me for his "death," sending me to prison. Now, years later, Olivia stood over me, her face a mask, while doctors prepared to take my last kidney. It was for Julian. The man I supposedly killed. The man who was very much alive, waiting in the next room for my organ. Her eyes, utterly cold, met mine. She knew this would kill me. This very kidney was the one I' d secretly given her years ago, when she needed it in prison. The irony was a bitter, metallic taste. My life was being stolen, piece by brutal piece, by the woman I loved. Betrayed. Stripped of everything. Murdered on an operating table by the woman who promised me forever. Was this my end? Was this justice? No. This was a lie. A meticulously orchestrated execution. Then, darkness. But just as I thought I was gone, I gasped awake. Back in my penthouse, my bed – exactly three years ago. Julian' s voice, "Olivia! Help me! He pushed me!" echoed from the balcony. The same lie. The same frame-up. But this time... this time, I knew the script. And this time, I wasn't playing the victim. I wasn't dying today. I was just getting started.

Betrayal Revenge CEO Scheming Rebirth/Reborn

Chapter 10

06-21 14:20

Introduction

I once believed in love, in forever. I was an architect, building a life, a future, with the woman I adored, Olivia. She was my world, my wife.

But then her past, in the form of Julian, her "true love," re-emerged. They framed me for his "death," sending me to prison.

Now, years later, Olivia stood over me, her face a mask, while doctors prepared to take my last kidney. It was for Julian. The man I supposedly killed. The man who was very much alive, waiting in the next room for my organ.

Her eyes, utterly cold, met mine. She knew this would kill me. This very kidney was the one I' d secretly given her years ago, when she needed it in prison. The irony was a bitter, metallic taste. My life was being stolen, piece by brutal piece, by the woman I loved.

Betrayed. Stripped of everything. Murdered on an operating table by the woman who promised me forever. Was this my end? Was this justice? No. This was a lie. A meticulously orchestrated execution.

Then, darkness. But just as I thought I was gone, I gasped awake. Back in my penthouse, my bed – exactly three years ago. Julian' s voice, "Olivia! Help me! He pushed me!" echoed from the balcony. The same lie. The same frame-up. But this time... this time, I knew the script. And this time, I wasn't playing the victim. I wasn't dying today. I was just getting started.