Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 115

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 115**

**Chapter 115**

**B**

**$83**

**Finished**

**Norah’s POV**

I thought my heart would splinter into a million pieces, that I would struggle to draw breath.

Yet, as the car glided away, the dazzling lights of the city flickering past the window, an unexpected serenity enveloped my chest.

He’s not worth it.

I chanted those words like a mantra, repeating them over and over in my mind.

A man who could so easily cast me aside—simply due to familial obligations and some warped sense of duty—was not someone I should mourn.

Upon returning to the hotel, I found solace in the embrace of the bathtub.

The scalding water enveloped my chilled skin, but it did nothing to thaw the icy grip that had settled deep within my heart.

My phone buzzed incessantly beside me.

I ignored it.

Lucien?

Mateo?

Or perhaps the gossip-hungry vultures hovering in the wings?

None of it mattered to me any longer.

As dawn broke the following day, Aunt Giulia’s voice broke through the stillness.

“Norah, my darling, congratulations! You’ve finally reclaimed what rightfully belongs to you.”

Her tone was infused with warmth and pride, a stark contrast to the coldness I felt inside.

“Thank you, Aunt,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, slightly hoarse from the emotional toll.

“All the paperwork for Elysian Dream is officially in your name now.”

I could almost hear her smile radiating through the phone.

“From this moment on, you are the youngest partner in the Medici Group—and the sole owner of the E&D atelier. I’ve had the Milan studio cleaned and prepped for you. Come home.”

Home.

The word struck me like a physical blow, causing my eyes to well with tears.

“Thank you, Aunt. But Thornbird is still undergoing reconstruction. I’ll be staying in Paris a bit longer.”

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart. Just remember—the Medici family will always stand behind you, unwavering.”

As the call ended, I gazed out at the sunlight pouring through the window, illuminating the room with a gentle glow.

The wound that Lucien had so carelessly torn open was beginning to heal, stitched together by the soft warmth of new beginnings.

I resolved not to dwell on love, betrayal, or the chaos that had once consumed me.

Instead, I would channel my energy into creating something beautiful—rebirth from the ashes—for Thornbird.

“Boss, the latest fabric samples just arrived from Lake Como!”

“Norah, the global pre-sale numbers for the Queen’s Hunt collection are skyrocketing! The server team is in a frenzy!”

“Hey, sis, Milan sent over the partnership proposal—take a look at this!”

Emily, Mateo’s new assistant assigned to help me, was sharp, organized, and remarkably efficient.

With Sophie dispatched to Milan, it was just the two of us, and I dove into work with relentless fervor.

I became a machine, operating at full throttle, day and night.

I led our team through the whirlwind of production, refining every detail, finalizing fabrics, and securing vital channels.

I immersed myself in work, adamantly refusing to let thoughts of Lucien, Amélie, or even Mateo intrude upon my mind.

But my body had other ideas.

My stomach churned restlessly, a constant reminder of my growing unease.

The scent of greasy food made me feel nauseous.

I dismissed it as mere stress… until one fateful night, after laboring through the early hours on a new design draft, the world around me suddenly spun.

The moment I set my pencil down, a wave of dizziness crashed over me.

My vision blurred, then darkened.

I collapsed.

When I regained consciousness, the harsh scent of disinfectant assaulted my senses.

I found myself in a hospital bed, a needle inserted into my hand, cold fluids trickling steadily into my veins.

Mateo sat beside me, awkwardly peeling an apple—his hands, usually steady enough to shoot without trembling, now clumsy as he handled the fruit knife.

The moment he noticed my eyes fluttering open, he dropped everything and leaned closer.

“Nono, you’re awake! How do you feel? Is anything hurting?”

“What happened?” I managed to push myself up, confusion clouding my thoughts.

“You fainted.” His brows knitted together in concern. “I stopped by this morning to bring you breakfast. When you didn’t answer the door, I knew something was off. Thank goodness I had your studio’s spare key.”

This child could not have arrived at a more inconvenient time.

Yet, he was mine.

Mine and the man I had loved with every fiber of my being.

I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him go.

I caressed my stomach again, feeling the fragile promise that was blossoming there.

Tears finally spilled over, cascading down my cheeks.

I couldn’t continue like this.

I had to see Lucien.

I had to tell him everything.

Whatever came next, our story needed closure—one way or another.

I swung my legs off the bed just as the hospital door creaked open.

Mateo stepped inside, balancing an elegant meal box.

“The doctor said you need proper nutrition,” he stated gently.

He placed it down on the bedside table and opened the box, revealing a carefully arranged meal.

I looked up at him, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Teo…” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m going to see him.”

“I need to tell him.”

I laid a hand over my stomach, feeling the weight of my decision.

“Whatever the future holds, whatever happens between us… he has the right to know. And I need… an answer.”

Mateo remained silent for what felt like an eternity.

Then he walked closer, crouching down to take my hand in his.

“Nono,” he said softly, “our engagement… is off.”

I stared at him, stunned into silence.

His smile was bittersweet, tinged with resignation.

“You don’t need to be my fiancée anymore.”

“Go do what you need to do. Find him, or stay here—whatever you choose, I will respect it.”

“As long as you’re happy.”