Chapter 7

"Jia?" a guy uttered softly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. I glanced at him with a poker face until his smile slowly faded away. His face held stories I couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I questioned, the earlier joy in his eyes replaced by an expression of disbelief.

"I'm Luke; don't you recognize me?" he asked, frustration lining his face. I remained silent, caught in a web of confusion. "We met at the bidding event, and after a year, I searched for you. You worked at my company as my secretary and a fashion designer."

"Why didn't you show up at the wedding?" He asked with frustration. I strained to grasp the threads slipping through my fingers. His words, once a source of comfort, now left me in bewildered silence. The love he spoke of felt like a phantom in the recesses of my forgotten history. Why does he say something different from what Rylee told me?

Within me, a storm brewed—a tempest of frustration and confusion. I stood on the precipice of a love erased