I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 88
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I had desperately wished for him to remain faithful to me, but I was betrayed. Johann made it clear that he wanted to be inside another woman’s body, not mine, by pulling out his engorged p–is.
“Dana, knowing that you want me makes me feel like I have the whole world.”
He spoke to Dana in the same trembling voice with which he once spoke to me, aligning himself with her body. Just as he had with me, he now asked why only she had opened her body to him.
“Johann, you are the only man I love.”
“Ah!”
“Ugh!”
As soon as Dana declared her love for him, Johann entered her. My husband fulfilled his desires with another woman, betraying me. Naturally, his betrayal was not limited to just his body.
“Dana, I love you. You are the only one I love.”
Johann embraced Dana, using all his strength to move his hips while pouring out his heartfelt confessions of love. I stifled my tears with all my might, hearing my husband’s confession that he did not love me.
‘Johann will now abandon me. Having fulfilled his love with Dana, he will discard me.’
The sudden realization filled me with fear. My whole body began to tremble, and I was on the verge of collapsing.
Amidst the intertwined bodies swaying, something fell out and hung in the air, swaying with Johann’s movements. It was a silver necklace.
‘That…’
The moment I saw the forget-me-not pendant clearly, I froze and sat down abruptly.
“Ah, Johann!”
Dana reached her climax, calling out my husband’s name. She seemed unable to hold on any longer and tilted her head back dramatically, revealing her face for the first time. Seeing Dana’s face made me gasp in shock.
“Gasp…”
When I regained my senses, the scene before me had changed. Instead of seeing the couple in the act, I saw only dark emptiness. I was in the bedroom of a remote cabin, having awakened from a nightmare.
“Ha… Ha…”
My breath was ragged and my heart pounded just like when I had witnessed the affair. Despite my heavy breathing, I couldn’t hear any voices asking what was wrong or the rustling movements beside me.
I groped beside me. It was empty. Unlike before I fell asleep, I was now alone in the bed.
For the first time, I was relieved that Johann was not beside me. If he had been, I don’t know what I might have done. Now that I had remembered why he married me.
Dana looks like me.
Of course, Dana is younger than I am.
Her peach-colored cheeks and glowing complexion make her look far more graceful and charming than I am. She is a stunning beauty and elegant lady, far surpassing my own pale and shabby appearance. Although she is not a perfect twin, her blonde hair and facial features were quite similar.
I must be just a stand-in for her.
It was clear from the start that the marriage with me was bound to happen because I resemble the woman he loves but cannot have. Even though Johann eventually achieved his love with Dana, he did not abandon me. It must be because Dana is not currently by his side and because I resemble Dana, though less perfectly.
I was merely a substitute.
The evidence that I am a stand-in for another woman is hanging around my neck. This necklace—Dana’s necklace.
“I didn’t buy it. I’ve been keeping it for the owner.”
He gave me his lover’s necklace? To make me completely like her?
Is the reason he doesn’t restore my memories because he doesn’t want me to be anyone other than Dana? Is he not restoring my memories because he wants me to become Dana?
The lady Johann fell in love with must have been Dana, not the past me. The forget-me-not forest he told me about when we first met was likely Dana’s story.
My husband wanted to make me his first love.
“Ugh…”
The woman who drove my husband mad was someone else. With only the fading happiness left, all other emotions surged within me like a tidal wave and overflowed from my eyes.
“Sniff…”
In an instant, a wave of anger consumed me. I grasped the pendant and yanked the chain from my neck in one swift motion. I was about to throw the necklace far away.
“Rize?”
Hearing my sobs, Johann opened the bedroom door.
“Why are you crying?”
He stepped into the darkness with a light, like an angel coming to rescue someone suffering in the shadows.
No, that person is a devil in the guise of a noble angel. Behind the angel’s face is a devil who, through infidelity and deceit, has thrown me into the abyss of suffering.
But the devil wore an angel’s face.
“Is your hand hurting?”
He looked at me with an expression as if his own heart was breaking, carefully unwrapping my hand which was clutching the necklace. Just moments before, I had thought I couldn’t predict what he might do next, but now, I found myself meekly shaking my head at his question.
“Or, did you have a bad dream?”
I shook my head again.
It wasn’t a bad dream but a painful memory. According to you, memories are a deadly poison, and they are choking the breath of my love. Yet, you are an even more insidious and sweet poison, and I, helplessly addicted, could not escape your poisonous love.
