The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 204

Back then, he had eyes for her.

But later, Giselle arrived.

"I was the one who met you first..."

Nora buried her face in her icy palms, her shoulders trembling violently as she let out a suppressed whimper.

"Why did you stop seeing me the second Giselle appeared?"

Why did everything change the moment Giselle was sent there?

When Giselle was brought to St. Jude's, she clutched a ragdoll and cried her lungs out, drawing Gideon's attention.

He shielded Giselle behind him, took the brunt of the director's cane for her, and gave her all the food he had.

From the moment Giselle appeared, his eyes had no room for anyone else.

He poured all his gentleness, bravery, and protective instincts onto that girl, utterly forgetting the Nora who had endured starvation with him in the tool shed.

"Why didn't you... take me with you back then..."

You knew I was watching you, so why couldn't you even spare me a single backward glance?

Before the Xavier family took her away, she had waited in the corner of the orphanage for three whole days. She thought he would come back for her, thought he would take her along just like he protected Giselle.

If he had only looked back at her, if he had reached out and taken her away, wouldn't everything be different?

Wouldn't she be able to stand beside him with her head held high, without living so humbly and enduring such grievances? Wouldn't her life have avoided becoming the shattered mess it was today?

"Why am I... the only one who remembers..."

Gideon's memory solely belonged to Giselle.

These scenes that had sustained her through most of her youth and drained all her yearning for warmth were not even worth a speck of dust in Gideon's life.

"Stop crying."

The man's large hand pressed against the back of her head, somewhat stiffly tucking her face into his shoulder to stop her drunken rambling.

Nora didn't struggle. She just followed the force, letting the tears soak her entire face.

This dream felt so real.

In the countless nights she had spent guarding an empty room, she had had similar dreams. In the dreams, Gideon wouldn't scrutinize her like a criminal, nor would he hurl vicious words at her for Giselle's sake.

Since it was just a dream anyway, she wanted to make it last a little longer.

In a few months, once she finished designing the necklace and wrapped everything up, she would personally slam the divorce papers down in front of the real him.

By then, she wouldn't need his memories anymore.