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The Man She Forgot To See

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 553    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

achine. A hospital. My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache.

, working-class house in East Austin. I remembered wanting to be a

e told me I was found coll

ing, but the connection was fuz

. There was only one name: Jocelyn. I didn't recognize it, but a st

he picked up. "What do

was angry,

aid, my own voice sounding stra

t with your pathetic games!

k, but it went straight to voicemail. A

ontact m

ano

been b

rp, black suit entered the room. He introduced himself

bill and take you back to the ranch,"

I said, a sense of unease creepi

pity. "The doctor explained your condition. Partial am

at was supposedly mine, I found a laptop. I opened it, and there it was: a password

votion. Five years of her calling me her "dog," her "charity case," her "disposab

ries back, but it solidified a f

t felt like mine when the bedroom door burst open

ink you're doin

hose face was now linked to so much

ck to the gutter I found you in?" She turned to Mr. Harrison, who stood

expecting me to

alked past her without a w

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“I gave her everything for five years – my love, my devotion, my entire life. I meticulously planned our engagement party, hoping it would finally make her see me, truly see me. Instead, at that very party, she publicly humiliated me, calling me her "charity case" and her "lapdog," then abandoned me to rush to another man's side. As her car disappeared, a cold, synthetic voice in my mind announced "Objective Failure," initiating a memory wipe sequence. I was forced to watch a live feed of her tenderly caring for him, realizing she' d never once shown me such warmth, before five years of my life and every emotion tied to her dissolved into pure white noise. I woke up in a hospital, five years of memory a blank, the woman whose name was the only emergency contact treating me with utter contempt. Sent back to her ranch, I found a journal detailing her casual cruelty, her abuse, and my desperate, unrequited love for a stranger. How could I have been so blind, so pathetic, so completely devoted to someone who treated me like a disposable toy? Leaving her behind, I started a new life, finally free from the shadow of a love I no longer remembered, yet whose documented pain was undeniably mine.”
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