I Deleted You Traitor Even My Blade Forgot Your Name novel Chapter 21

“Memory erasure surgery?”

I repeated the words, lost.

“Yeah.” Noah didn’t explain further. Just brushed past it. “Maybe forgetting is a good thing. All you need to know is–you’re safe now, I’ll help you.”

Over the next few days, I recovered slowly under Noah’s care.

The physical wounds healed. But my memory stayed a fog.

sometimes fragments flashed–a white dress. A cold stare. A suffocating sadness.

But they were too fast. I couldn’t catch them.

Joah never brought up my past.

But the way he looked at me was always complicated. Pity. Anger. Eventually, just a sigh.

‘d often see news on TV: “Elara Carter, wife of Morgan Group CEO, presumed dead in kidnapping case. Body still missin eward for information.”

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he photo showed Grayson at a press conference, head down, expression hidden. But his posture looked devastated.

till, Noah’s attitude toward Grayson was harsh. Whenever I saw the news, he’d walk over and turn it off.

hen he’d ask, “Do you remember him?”

‘d stare at the screen, feeling… nothing. Not even a flicker.

he man in the photo was a stranger.

just shook my head.

But sometimes, I’d point at the TV or a newspaper photo of that man–Grayson Morgan–and ask,

Why do you say that? Does he have something to do with me? He seems famous.”

Woah would glance at the screen, voice flat. “Nobody important. His world has nothing to do with us.”

He said it so naturally, I believed it. That man was just some distant stranger. Nothing to do with me.

The day I fully recovered, I watched geese flying south outside the window. Made a decision.

told Noah:

I want to leave. Go somewhere warm and quiet. Start over.”

Noah didn’t ask questions. Just quietly helped me prepare a new identity and pack my things.

He didn’t try to stop me. Take he knew this day would come.

“Take care.”

That’s all he said when he put me in the car.

I nodded. My heart was full of uncertainty about the future–but also a strange lightness. Like I’d been set free.

I traveled south until I reached a small city where flowers bloomed year round.

With the savings I had, I rented a tiny shop with glass doors and windows.

I opened a flower shop. Named it “Forget Me Not,”

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Days flowed by like a quiet stream.

learned to recognize different flowers. Got used to going to the flower market at dawn, trimming stems in the afternoon sun, wrapping bouquets that rørried other people’s joy and sorrow.

The neighbors were kind. They called me “Ellie” or “the flower shop lady.” No one knew my past.

he person named “Elara Carter” had really died back there.

low I was just the owner of Forget–Me–Not. Simple. Peaceful.

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