I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 

And I knew exactly who could help me start that process. 

I picked up the phone, pressing the familiar buttons, and waited. The line clicked once before Lance’s voice, groggy but sharp, came through. 

“Nolan? What is it?” 

“It’s time we talked,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest. “About everything. About our parents.” 

There was silence on the other end, heavy and hesitant. Then: “Everything? You mean… the ambush?” 

“Yes,” I admitted. “I never told you the full truth.” 

Lance’s tone sharpened instantly, a mix of disbelief and old irritation. “You never told me? You mean to tell me all these years I’ve-believing what I wanted you to believe, yes,” I interrupted, though my voice lacked the coldness it usually carried. “I was trying to protect you. I thought… I thought shielding you from the truth was best.” 

“Best?” Lance’s voice rose, and I winced at the echo of raw anger. You think that was best? You left me in the dark, thinking I understood what happened.” 

I remained silent, letting the weight of my brother’s words land. 

“Why do you do these things? Why do you have to be such a control freak?” 

“I made choices then I couldn’t undo. Choices that shaped the man I am now. And I’ve failed since. With Mom and Dad. With Ellie. With everyone who trusted me.” 

The line was quiet for a long moment, and I felt the weight of years pressing against me. Then Lance spoke again, voice trembling, almost a whisper. 

“You… damn it, Nolan. Tell me what you called to tell me.” He waited. 

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I don’t expect forgiveness,” I admitted. “I just… needed you to know. You deserve to know. I 

I lied when I told you that they both died before I found them.” 

I could hear Lance’s voice catch through the phone. My stomach twisted. I didn’t know if this was easier or harder over the phone. I deserved to be punched, and part of me wished he were here to do it. 

“Dad was still alive. I found him… I spoke to him.” 

“I’m not asking for forgiveness,” I said quietly. “Just thought you deserved to know.” 

Another pause, then: “It’s a start. 

I hung up and leaned back in my chair. My chest felt heavy, but the act of confession had lifted some small part of the weight. I was still guilty. I was still fractured. But at least now he knew. 

Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about Ellie. About the way she’d looked when she left, holding the twins. About how she had fled from me, not in anger, not in defiance, but in fear and exhaustion. The thought gnawed at me. 

I rested my head in my hands, feeling the old ache return, the same one that had haunted me since the forest that night, the one I had never managed to shake. 

I was not the hero of this story. I was a man trapped between the past and the present, a man who had failed everyone I loved. 

And yet… even in that dark space, a faint, stubborn ember of resolve glimmered. I would fix this. Somehow. I didn’t know how yet, but I would. 

For Ellie. For the twins. For myself. 

Because no matter how many mistakes I had made, no matter how far I had fallen, I could not let the world-or my own failures -steal her from me again.