CHAPTER THREE

Ethan’s POV

As I watched Scarlett walk away, I couldn't help but feel confused and disoriented. I had no idea what was happening, but one thing was clear: Scarlett was different. She seemed angry, resentful even. And she kept talking about something that I couldn't quite grasp.

"Why did she keep saying that I hurt her?" I asked myself. "What did I do to her?"

Ethan had been ruminating on Scarlett's words for hours now. He couldn't believe that he had hurt her so much, and yet he couldn't remember what he had done. He kept going over all their past interactions, trying to see if he could pinpoint a specific moment that might have caused Scarlett pain or suffering, but nothing came to mind.

All he could remember were the good times they had shared - the moments of laughter and love that they had experienced together. He couldn't imagine how he could have hurt Scarlett with all the happiness they had shared. Nevertheless, he was determined to figure it out and make things right between them.

As he walked aimlessly through the streets, lost in thought, Ethan realized that he needed to talk to Scarlett. He needed to understand what had happened, and he hoped that Scarlett would be at her house. He picked up his pace, his heart beating faster with each step.

When I arrived, Scarlett was sitting on the front porch, staring off into the distance. I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her.

"Scarlett," I said softly. "Can we talk?"

She didn't respond for a moment, and I thought that maybe she hadn't heard me. But then she turned to face me, and I could see the anger in her eyes.

"What do you want, Ethan?" she spat.

"I want to know what's going on," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "I want to understand why you're so angry with me."

Scarlett shook her head, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You don't remember, do you?" she said. "You have no idea what you did to me."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Whatever it was that I had done, it was clearly something terrible. "Scarlett, please," I said. "Tell me what happened."

Scarlett looked at me with a mix of anger and sadness. "I can't just tell you, Ethan," she said. "You have to remember for yourself."

"I've been trying," I said. "But I can't seem to piece it together."

Scarlett sighed and stood up, her eyes still locked on mine. "I can't help you," she said. "Not until you remember. And even then, I don't know if I can forgive you."

I felt a wave of despair wash over me. Was there no way to make things right? Was I doomed to live with the guilt of whatever I had done for the rest of my life?

"Scarlett, please," I begged. "I need to know. I need to understand."

But Scarlett just shook her head and turned away from me, walking into the house and leaving me alone on the porch. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

As I walked away from Scarlett's house, my mind was consumed with thoughts of what I could have possibly done to hurt her so deeply. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important that I was missing, some piece of the puzzle that would unlock my memories.

I vowed to myself that I would do everything in my power to make things right with Scarlett, even if she refused to talk to me. I knew that I needed to be patient and wait for my memories to return. But until then, I couldn't help but feel lost and helpless. I needed to figure out what I had done wrong and make amends, no matter how difficult it might be.

As I walked aimlessly through the city, I wondered if I would ever be able to make things right with Scarlett. I knew that I had to be strong and keep trying, even if it felt like an impossible task.

Days turned into weeks, and still, my memories remained elusive. But I refused to give up. I continued to reach out to Scarlett

Scarlett’s POV

As I watched Ethan walk away, I couldn't help but feel satisfied with the confusion and disorientation I had caused. Finally, he was starting to feel the pain that I had been feeling for so long. He didn't understand what was happening, but that was exactly how I wanted it.

"Why did he hurt me?" I asked myself. "What did I do to deserve this?"

I knew exactly what he had done, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I wanted him to suffer, just like I had been suffering. And now that he was feeling some of that pain, I was starting to feel a sense of satisfaction.

As I sat on my bed, lost in thought, I knew that it was time to start planning my revenge. I had waited long enough, and now it was time for Ethan to pay for what he had done to me. I wasn't sure exactly how I was going to do it, but I knew that I had to start somewhere.

When I arrived back at my house, I sat down and started to think. I knew that I needed to be careful, that I couldn't let Ethan know what I was planning. But I was determined to make him pay.

I started to make a list of all the things that Ethan had done to hurt me, all the lies and betrayals. And as I wrote, I felt my anger growing stronger. How could he have been so cruel to me?

But as the anger turned to determination, I knew that I was ready to start my revenge plan. I didn't know how long it would take, or how hard it would be, but I was ready to do whatever it took to make Ethan suffer like I had suffered.

And so I began to plot, to plan, to scheme. I knew that it was going to be a long and difficult road, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get my revenge. And in that moment, I felt more alive than I had been since I landed in my past life. So where do I start from?