We Loved Deeply, Then We Forgot

The year Jonathan O’Brien cheated on me, I paid a huge amount of money to take nude photos of him and the other woman. After that, I posted them online. I destroyed his reputation.

As a revenge, Jonathan plotted to kick me out of our house and warned, “As long as I’m still living in London, don’t even think about coming back!”

Unfortunately, I was forced to leave the country. For five years, no one in London remembered that Jonathan’s ex-wife was me, Natalie Burnell. They only knew that his true love was Tiffany Mountbauer.

But now, I smiled and turned to the people beside me as I looked at the invitation card from London.

“What if I go on your behalf?”

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After all, some things needed to be handled by our own hands before we could proceed with our lives.

I was about to enter the venue with the invitation card in hand when a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of me and the people who got out blocked my way.

“Ah, it seems anyone can get in now?”

The woman’s eyes landed on me as she smiled.

“After five years, I thought you were bold enough to die out there. I didn’t expect this,” she said as she played with her bright red nails.

She then continued, “The fact that you’d still be alive and trying to crawl back for mercy.”

“Natalie Burnell.”

Tiffany threw her Chanel lambskin bag at me.

“Why don’t you beg me? Beg me and maybe I’ll see if anyone still wants you,” she said as her eyes gazed on my face.

“You! Fucking-”

Before she could finish, I grabbed Tiffany’s bag. Immediately, I hit her hard on the head. Then, I caught her hair and slammed her against the car door. The loud noise made my blood rush as I couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill.

“Tiffany, my goodness! Five years ago, you called me Mrs. O’Brien as you knelt down. You begged me to take you in,” I told her as I leaned close to her ear and laughed softly.

“What’s this? Five years have made you forget who’s the master and who’s the dog?”

“Or did fucking with Jonathan and being mocked online make you lose your pride?”

“In that case, why don’t I give you some lesson?” I said as I caressed Tiffany’s face lightly.

Without further ado, I grabbed Tiffany’s hair and started hitting her again.

“You fucking monster!” Tiffany screamed.

Her bodyguard quickly caught my wrist and shouted, “Who the fuck are you?”

My wrist was pulled back little by little. The tug brushed against the ugly scar there. I felt a sharp pain, but my laughter only grew louder.

“Five years have passed, so you’ve already gathered a group of loyal dogs!”

I moved my body around, hit the bodyguard in the face and kicked him between the legs. Seeing him bend over in pain, I snatched the iron rod from his hand and walked toward Tiffany.

“Hello again, Tiffany!” I shouted at Tiffany as I weighed the iron rod in my hand and smiled.

“I forgot to tell you something, actually.”

I raised the iron rod as I continued, “Since I’m back, I never planned to let you go.”

I swung the rod, ready to strike, when I heard Tiffany’s terrified cry, “Natalie!”

“Jonathan won’t let you go!”

“Jonathan!”

The iron rod was suddenly pulled away and before I could turn, I heard Tiffany’s trembling voice, “Jonathan, help me! Jonathan!”

“It’s been five years, but she still wants to kill me!”

“Help me!”

The rod was yanked back with great force. I fell helplessly into a strong embrace. The scent around me filled my nose, sending a chill through my whole body.

A calm voice came from above me, slow and deep, as he talked, “Natalie.”

“Five years,” Jonathan said as he pinched my chin, forcing me to look up.

“Why are you still so impulsive?”

“It was five years ago.”

The moment I saw the face I hadn’t seen in so long, the one that kept appearing in interviews that was so perfect and untouchable, a cold shiver ran down my spine.