I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 89

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Angelo arrived at Radren late at night.

He didn’t go to the hotel, but drove straight to Starlight Law Firm. BO

when he arrived, the building was

already dark, he stood out side, looking up at the dark windows, as if he could catch a glimpse of her.

These two names kept intertwining in his mind, like a dull knife slowly cutting through his sanity.

He called up his old classmate from Radren Bar Association, his voice hoarse, “Help me look up Prissie’s real

identity.”

The other person exclaimed in surprise, “Don’t you know? Prissie is Priscilla, she suddenly disappeared three years ago for some reason, and now she’s back…wait, Priscilla…isn’t she your wife?!”

The voice on the phone sounded confused and shocked, and Angelo’s fingers almost crusted the phone.

Originally, everyone knew that he was the only one kept in the dark.

Back at the hotel, Angelo sat on the edge of the bed, with a splitting headache.

He scrolled through the few Priscilla photos in his phone – mostly her standing quietly in a corner, or her back while cooking. He had never taken a serious photo of her face, just like he had never really understood

her.

Memories came flooding back like a tide-

She used to browse through legal books in his study, with pages marked with “Prissie,” but he just frowned and thought she was “just looking around.”

When she analyzed Miley’s divorce case, she was surprisingly organized, while he just thought she was talking casually.

She even casually mentioned during a dinner, “I’ve handled similar cases before…”

And he didn’t listen at all.

She never deliberately hid it, he just never cared.

He suddenly got a bit angry, angry at Priscilla’s silence, angry at his own ignorance.

Angelo suddenly smashed his phone against the wall, the sound of the screen shattering was especially loud

in the quiet room.

The next day, Radren Circuit Courts of Appeals.

Priscilla just finished a trial, walking out of the courtroom with steady steps.

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She was wearing a sharp black end, hair pulled up high, eyes sharp as a knife, completely different from the

“Wirs Haley” of the past three years.

“Priscilla!”

A familiar voice came from behind. She paused for a moment, but didn’t look back.

Angelo caught up with her in big strides, grabbed her wrist so hard that she frowned slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Prissie?” his voice was hoarse, with suppressed anger

Priscilla slowly turned around, looked at him calmly, and a hint of a shirk appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Mr. Haley, we’ve been married for three years, have you ever cared? You’ve always ignored me, never once asked me directly, and now you’re questioning me about why I kept it from you?”

Angelo hesitated for a moment.

Her eyes were so cold, like she was lookin

at a stranger.

The courthouse hallway was bustling with people, and many lawyers and reporters had already noticed their confrontation, quietly stopping to watch.

Priscilla gently pulled back her hand, adjusted her sleeve, and spoke in a casual tone.

“Mr. Haley, please have some self-respect. Right now we are just colleagues, but in the future we might be

competitors.”

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She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze as cold as ice.

“The next time we meet, it will only be in court.”

After saying that, she turned around and left, her back straight like a pine tree, without a hint of nostalgia.

Angelo stood there, clenching and releasing his fingers.

They were clearly a couple!

He never thought that one day they would become strangers, even “rivals.”

But then the divorce certificate suddenly appeared in front of him, stopping his steps from catching up. Back at the hotel, Angelo slumped onto the floor exhausted, his phone buzzing like crazy.

Miley sent me over twenty messages, and the last one was a voice message. When I opened it, I heard her voice with a sob.

“Angelo, I went to look for you, you weren’t there… Did you go to find her? You clearly said… you don’t love her at all…”

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Anpele closed his ever and, lot some reason, hearing Miley cry just made him more irritated, so he just Inthelot his phone.

He walked to the window, overlooking the night view of Radren, and suddenly remembered three years ago.

At that time, Priscilla had just married him and asked cautiously, “Do you like Radren? I grew up here.”

And he just coldly replied, “Ushurg is better.”

From then on, she never mentioned her hometown again.

The next day, major legal media headlines.

“Shocking! Ushurg ‘Unbeaten King’ Angelo and Radren ‘Queen of Law’ Prissie are actually husband and wife?!”

The picture shows two people facing off in the courthouse hallway, with Priscilla looking icy and Angelo having a complicated expression.

When the news came out, the whole legal circle went crazy.

“So Prissie retired for three years, to become a housewife for Angelo?”

“Is Angelo blind? How could he marry the Queen of Law and not know?”

“Rumor has it, not guaranteed to be true… I heard his first love was that pianist Miley, Prissie wouldn’t have been a stand-in, right?”

The public opinion exploded, and they were all mocking Angelo, while Priscilla never responded.

Late at night, Angelo sat alone in the bar, drinking one shot after another.

The bartender couldn’t help but advise, “Sir, you’ve had too much to drink…”

He turned a deaf ear, until he was slightly drunk and saw Priscilla sitting across from him, still gentle, softly asking him, “Angelo, tired from work today?”

He reached out to grab, but only caught a handful of air.

Unconsciously, he had already lost the most precious person.

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