My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

Kiaan walked out of the police station alone. He had always hoped to regain his memory, wondering if perhaps he still had family waiting for him. Yet, after three years, he had nearly given up hope.

However, the police did have some news about him. It was Arianna who had reported the case. The officers said, “It seems she has been searching for someone named Damian for years, and you look quite a lot like him. Could you be him?”

Kiaan didn’t respond, and after hearing what he wanted to know, he left. The receptionist called to inform me that a gentleman downstairs was looking for me. From his description, I assumed it was Damian.

I wasn’t sure why he had come to find me, but the news left me both excited and apprehensive.

Stella, concerned, said, “If you need anything, call me. I’ll come down.“‘

In the hotel lobby, I saw Damian sitting on a sofa as expected. I approached and instinctively called out, “Dami.”

Damian looked up, his expression calm, and said, “Ms. Bailey.”

I realized my mistake and asked, “What can I do for you, Mr. Walker?” I took a seat on the sofa across from him, unable to stop staring. The three years had aged him, making him more mature than before.

Damian was silent for a moment before

speaking. “Did we… were we ever together? You seem familiar, but whatever the case, I want to be clear with you.”

My stomach began to twist in pain as if anticipating what he was about to say.

With a look of remorse, he continued, “I don’t remember our past, but now I am with Calista.

I’m sorry.”

In my ears echoed Damian’s past promise: “In this lifetime, I am set on you. Who else could be my bride if not you?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’m about to marry Callie soon, and I don’t want to make her anxious.”

“Just wait and see. I’ll give you the grandest wedding.”

He wasn’t my Damian; he was Kiaan, loving another woman.

I forced a smile, feeling a sharp pang of pain in my chest. Hearing him insist that he loved someone else was almost unbearably distressing.

I didn’t stay any longer. I simply replied quickly and left.

Back in my room, I went straight to the bathroom. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back a cough of blood.

Stella’s anxious voice came from outside the door. “Anna, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

After a moment, I composed myself, opened the door, and said with a hoarse voice, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“What did Damian say to you?” Stella asked, still concerned.

“It’s nothing. Please, don’t ask, okay?” I replied.

Stella bit back her questions and said, “Alright, I won’t ask. You should eat something. You haven’t eaten much, and with your stomach the way it is…”

Seeing Stella’s worried expression, I thought: At least I still have Stella by my side; not all is lost.

I managed a weak smile and said, “Okay.”

In the following days, I stayed indoors. Stella seemed to sense that I was deliberately avoiding something, but she didn’t press, only observing my growing weariness.

Then Calista came to visit us at the hotel. She said, “Let’s go to Chicago tomorrow. There’s a church, called St. Joseph’s Church. We’ll go there to pray and ensure everything is fine.”

The last part was directed at me.

Stella was eager to go for the blessing but looked conflicted about my feelings. She was concerned about me being hurt since Damian would also be there.

Calista added, “Come on, I’ll be with both of you tomorrow. Kia will be with other friends. Anna, don’t worry. I just want you to…”

With the wedding approaching, this might be one of the few chances I’d get to see him.

In the end, I agreed.