Erasing Him, Saving Me

it, Ethan. I'm go

d. I stood by the window of my apartment, staring down

ot some party trick. Erasing a person from

ice tight with concern. He was always the

with this? Remembering every day how he looked at me, knowing it was all a lie? Knowi

ncé, the brilliant tech entrepreneur, got into a car accident

, Chloe, who supposedly needed a risky brain surgery and

een Liam and Chloe, planning the whole thing. The "amnesia" was a way to discard

ained. "But you're strong. You can get through

he first thing that cuts into me." My gaze drifted to the engagement papers on the coffee table, the ones that had nothing to do with Liam. "I have to

echniques. I had studied it in college, a strange hobby that had fascin

thing like this. It was a special skill I had, a p

o put her own projects on hold to help him design his new company headquarters. I was the one who lis

and a belief in our shared destiny. I remember showing him the blueprints, his smile distracted, h

with Chloe. "The amnesia act is working perfectly," Liam had written. "Ava is devastated, but she

ure I had designed, crumbled into dust around me. The betrayal was absolute, a cold, sharp thing that lodged

the sofa, the book in my lap. "I'm erasing Liam. All of it. The

tion. He knew he couldn't stop me. He saw the brokenness

ng across from me. "I'll be

letting the rhythmic sound fill my mind. I followed the steps I h

ay. One by one, I took them down. His smile, his voice, the feel of his hand

k, endless void. The name 'Liam' became a meaningless sound. The face

the first thing I saw w

ow do y

ean. "I feel... fine." I looked at him, confus

a picture frame on the mantelpiece. It was a photo of me and a handsome, dark-h

the photo. "

tore it into small pieces, dropping them into the trash. He had confirmed it. The memory wipe was

, that's in the past. What's next?" I looked at the papers on the table. "I need to get ready. I' m meeting my fian

family debt, a man rumored to be disfigured in a fire. The thoug

man blocked my path. He was tall and had the kind of charismatic face that usually gra

ll is this? Marrying some disfigured old man? Is th

ffled. "I'm sorry," I said, trying

stop this ridiculous act!" he spat, grabbing