I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 110

Chapter 11

Richard watched the scene unfold, and with decades of navigating both business and politics under his belt, he wasn’t oblivious to what was happening.

“Emily,” he said thoughtfully, “do you think there’s a chance Captain Rivers might actually like Olivia?”

Truth be told, Jack was a rising star. Young, accomplished, and already a unit commander – his future promised much more than this. If he really did have feelings for Olivia, it wouldn’t be the worst outcome.

But Emily’s expression soured at once.

“Dad! What are you even saying?” she snapped, eyes flashing. “Jack doesn’t like Olivia. He’s mine. I’m the

one who’s going to be with him.”

She pouted sweetly, and Richard laughed it off, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Right, right. Our

Emily is the one Captain Rivers cares about.”

He softened his tone. “Then don’t just stand there, sweetheart. He’s probably skipped lunch again. Take him

something before someone else does.”

He gave her a gentle nudge, while his wife packed up a lunchbox with leftovers from their extravagant dinner. As she handed it to Emily, her voice dropped to a soft, knowing murmur.

“Here, darling. If you can win over Captain Rivers, we won’t have to worry about a thing. That man is going places-he’s already more impressive than your father.”

Emily’s earlier frustration melted away. She smiled, took the lunchbox, and hurried after Jack.

Back at Camp Liberty, Jack sat alone in his room, racking his brain for someone who could help him pull strings. Someone with enough clout to get Olivia back.

A sharp knock at the door made him look up-he half-hoped it was Olivia, back with that usual reluctant charm of hers, maybe with a meal in hand. But when he opened it, it was only Emily.

“Jack,” she beamed, “I brought you some food. Thought you probably haven’t eaten yet!”

She walked in, shutting the door behind her, then set the meal on his desk. The spread was much better than anything the mess hall served, but Jack didn’t even glance at it.

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry.”

He went right back to scrolling through his contacts-officers, commanders, higher-ups. Someone in here

had to owe him a favor.

Emily’s smile faltered. She could tell he was still thinking about Olivia. Her lips parted in a frown.

“Jack… is there something about me that just doesn’t measure up to her?”

Olivia was the picture-perfect debutante-fair-skinned, sharp featured, confident in every move. But Emily wasn’t lacking either-slender, soft-spoken, with that delicate vulnerability that made men instinctively

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want to protect her.

Usually, Jack would’ve said sornething to placate her. But not now. Not when all he could think about was Olivia being dumped in the middle of nowhere.

“You and Olivia are just… different,” he said flatly, eyes still on the screen.

Emily stepped closer, placing her hand gently on his.

“If that’s true, then why are you always thinking about her? Do you… do you like her, Jack?”

That question stopped him cold.

What was he doing? Why was he this torn up? Olivia was gone-wasn’t that supposed to be a good thing?

Wasn’t this what he’d wanted?

His fingers froze mid-scroll. Then, with a sudden snap, he pulled his hand free.

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