The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate (Brandon and Sophia) novel Chapter 744

"I..."

Sophia’s eyes were full of conflicting emotions as she looked at him.

Her mind was a mess. She had no idea how to respond to his question, even though his words touched her deeply.

"I'm grateful you explained everything to me, and I was never really angry about you lying," she said quietly. "It's just... my whole understanding of things has been turned upside down. I don't know what to do with any of this."

"From the moment you carried me off that boat, from the first time I saw you after I woke up, you—Susan—everyone kept telling me we were married, and I believed it completely. I saw how kind you were to me, and I was moved—I truly believed you loved me. I thought maybe we had a few issues in the past, but nothing serious. But then, suddenly, I find out we've actually been divorced for years, only staying together because of our daughter. And what I thought were little problems were actually..."

She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

That letter she’d written before losing her memory devastated her.

She realized the woman she used to be had never really had a home, had never truly been loved.

Whether it was her family or her marriage, she’d always been alone.

It hit her that in just these past few days, she’d been happier than in all the twenty-odd years that came before.

"I can't even explain it," Sophia said, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back tears. "That letter made me... ache for the woman I used to be. If I had the choice, I’d rather live inside the lie you gave me than know any of this. I can’t be her—I can’t stand in for the person I was."

Her words failed her.

She still had no memories, but maybe that made the impact of the letter even worse. All it recorded were the unhappy parts of her life—none of the good things remained. She just wanted to go back and hug the woman she used to be, to tell her everything Brandon had just said, to let her know she wasn’t alone. Maybe then, the past wouldn’t have felt so hopeless.

It was a strange, fractured feeling—like her old self and her present self had been split in two by her amnesia. She couldn’t make decisions for the woman she used to be.

Sophia couldn’t continue. But the tears wouldn’t stop.

Brandon opened his arms and pulled her close.

Her tears soaked through his shirt, hot and damp against his skin, burning straight to his heart.

The pain spread through him, as if carried by a wave, flooding every part of him.

He ached not just for the woman in his arms, but for the Sophia who had been left alone to tend her wounds all those years.

But he couldn’t go back.

He couldn’t give that woman the comfort he could offer now.

The Sophia he held didn’t remember those wounds. To her, this was just a hug—nothing more.

No matter how many times he whispered "I’m sorry," it meant nothing to her.

He used to fear she’d remember. Now, he was terrified she never would.

Sophia had no idea how long she cried.

It felt like she was mourning herself, and also the Sophia who no longer existed.

The woman in that letter was gone for good—someone who had died without ever hearing Brandon say, "I love you."

She hated her amnesia, but there was nothing she could do.

"I think... I should see the doctor again tomorrow," she said at last, her voice hoarse.

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