All Chapters of Sweet forbidden love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"For the rest of my life, I will only marry you."I gripped the necklace in my hand, letting its sharp edge pierce my skin.Ever since my conversation with Aunt Emma, I had assumed he was lying. Yet, I had never once questioned him, nor had we ever spoken honestly about it. I had doubted his feelings for me without ever verifying the truth.Boom.It felt as if an explosion had gone off in my head. How much of what Aunt Emma said was actually true? Should I believe him and our past, or should I trust her? He had not reached out—not a single message or call—which could mean he was still angry about that incident. I knew he held a grudge; he had beaten Benjamin severely just for kissing me, and he had punished me with aphrodisiacs. If he truly did not love me, he would not have been so jealous of Benjamin. Perhaps he was simply waiting for an apology. Maybe everything was not what I had been imagining in my own mind.Those thoughts plagued

Night blanketed everything, and I found myself standing on a dark, desolate road. I did not know why I was there, nor did I know where I was supposed to go. Where was home? I tried to peer into the surroundings, but I could find nothing. I was afraid. I felt so alone. Where was I?My legs moved like a machine, running desperately forward. I wanted to find the light, I wanted to find a way out, but where should I go? Who could lead the way for me? Tears rolled down my cheeks. Why was I crying? Why was I so sad? I kept running and running without finding an exit until I desperately collapsed to the ground. I was trapped in a dark place, and I feared the shadows. I was lonely and helpless in the vast, empty void.I clutched my chest and sobbed uncontrollably. Where was I? Please, someone, tell me. I was so exhausted, and I did not understand why my heart ached so much. I did not know the cause of this pain, but I could not bear the agony tormenting me. Please, let someone

In the days that followed, that man continued to visit, caring for me and bringing plenty of nutritious food. He persistently fed me, his actions gentle and tender, without a hint of impatience. He truly seemed to be my boyfriend; he knew all my preferences, even bringing me the genres of books I liked to read. He also knew I enjoyed cherries. He made me feel incredibly comfortable, never showing any haste or annoyance when I could not recall my memories.Every day, he would visit and recount our past to help me remember. He told me my name was Ingrid Aniston, nineteen years old, and that I was from the United States but had moved to Germany for work. He said my parents had passed away when I was young, which was why I had come to Germany to make a living. By chance, we had met and fallen in love six months ago. The man, Benjamin Davis, was around my age. He did not speak much about himself unless I asked, but through observation, I knew his background was not ordinary. The e

I abandoned Callista and ran to find that man, but no matter how far I went, I could not find him again. I tried to push through the jostling crowd, determined to find the man who had just brushed past me. Was it reality or a dream? Or was it just my intense longing manifesting as a delusion? I truly did not know, only that in that fleeting tenth of a second, an overwhelming rush of nostalgia swept through my mind and heart.So, I missed the man from my dreams that much. I longed to see him so deeply. Even though he had said that seeing him would break my heart, I did not care. I wanted to see him. I did not know when it started, but my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. Why was I crying? I did not even know if that man was real or a phantom, so why did I feel such agony?I walked until my legs felt weary, but I could not find him. I stood helplessly and was abandoned in the middle of the hurried crowd. They pushed against me, and I let myself drift to some u

Sometimes, I feel as though Benjamin has a dual personality. Or is it simply that I have yet to fully understand the man he truly is?I still vividly recall the first time he brought up the topic of marriage, three months after I had given birth to Treasure. That evening, as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped only in a thin towel, I was startled to find him sitting on the sofa in my room, reading a newspaper. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself.I felt that my reaction was rather foolish. After all, had we not already been intimate enough to have a child together? Why, then, did this particular prospect feel so foreign and terrifying to me?"What are you doing in my room?" I asked.Hearing my voice, he set the newspaper aside and replied, "Ingrid, I am a man, and I have desires."I cannot explain why, but as he said those words, a cold shiver ran down my spine, and my skin crawled. At that moment, I was genuinely terri