All Chapters of Love You Like I Used To? Forget It!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

And then there was that last time when I'd told Irvin that I'd truly forgotten some things.That moment felt like a glimmer of hope to him. He took a large step forward and firmly grasped my shoulders again. "Emi, you lost your memory, didn't you?"Irvin gathered that I must have lost my memory. That was why I'd forgotten him, my husband whom I'd loved the most. That would explain why I was so determined to divorce him. That was why I didn't care about him and Julianne getting a room together—the only thing I was concerned with was clearing his name.I frowned, unsure why he was suddenly asking this question. He'd previously refused to believe me when I said I had amnesia. But then, he now seemed to desperately hope I would confirm it.I didn't want to know either. I only wanted our divorce proceedings to go as smoothly as possible.So, I said to him, "I didn't lose my memory. I just wanted to cause a scene to see if you'd care about me more previously. The answer I got was that y

Travis felt sorry for Julianne as he watched her lose her composure. Unable to hold back, he stepped forward to comfort her. "Ms. Lianne, please be careful not to hurt yourself. If it didn't work out this time, there will be another chance."It would have been better if he hadn't said that. Because the moment he did, Julianne's rage surged even more.She spat, "Another chance? Do you really think I'll ever have another chance? Do you?"Since he was a chid, Irvin had been the type of person who never allowed himself to make the same mistake twice. She knew she'd never again have the opportunity to take advantage of his drunken state to force something to happen between them.Without crossing that line and without something tangible happening between them, how could she ever take their relationship to the next level?Even though he treated her exceptionally well by spoiling and indulging her, Julianne knew that wasn't enough. Even after she'd made such a mess with her impulsive plan

Irvin opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but before he could, Julianne clutched her stomach with a pained expression. "Irvin… my stomach hurts so bad…" Her dramatic display immediately erased everything else from his mind. He scooped her up in his arms without hesitation. As he turned to leave, he suddenly glanced back at me. "Emilia, if you want to get the divorce certificate smoothly, you'd better keep your distance from him." He shot me a hard look. "I'll deal with you when I get back." And with that, he rushed off, carrying Julianne like some helpless damsel. I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes so hard it hurt. What a joke. Deal with me? Please. I used to be so blind. I mean, how did I ever put up with that? Shaun, watching Irvin's antics, said thoughtfully, "It's ironic, really. He demands you keep your distance from other men, but he doesn't even think twice about parading another woman in front of his own wife." He looked at me and

Mr. Holland had a particular love for gardening. His two-story house was filled with blooming flowers, making the whole space feel surreal. Walking in, it didn't feel like winter at all—it felt like I had stepped into a lush, vibrant spring garden. After we entered, Mr. Holland didn't even acknowledge us. He went straight to watering his plants, acting like we weren't there. "Mr. Holland…" I tried, forcing a sheepish smile as I stepped forward. He let out a cold huff, not even looking at me. Following my shameless philosophy—if he didn't kick me out, there was still hope for forgiveness—I took another step closer, flashing an even more ingratiating grin. "Mr. Holland, let me help you water the plants! You know I'm a pro at this!" He huffed again, still ignoring me, but he didn't say no. I immediately took the opportunity and grabbed the watering can from his hand. When he saw me grinning at him like that, instead of his usual huff, he gave a cold chuckle. Then he t

"Oh? Consequences I can't handle?" Julianne covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes filled with contempt. She looked at me like I was nothing, like something she could crush without a second thought. Her smug confidence radiated from every inch of her being like I wasn't even worth the effort to destroy. After her mocking laugh, she signaled to one of her most loyal lackeys with a subtle glance. The guy with bleached blond hair caught the cue immediately, egging the others on to close in around me and Mr. Holland. "Hey, Emilia," he sneered, his tone dripping with malice. "Your precious Mr. Holland is getting up there in age, huh? One little accident, and he might be bedridden for months." He snickered. "But don't worry. Medical bills? I've got money to burn." He leaned closer, his voice turning darker. "If you don't know what's good for you, I wouldn't mind teaching you a little lesson first." My eyes sharpened, cold as a blade. No matter what, even if it me