Chapter 366 Revisiting Familiar Places
George's body went stiff, as he heard her words knocking the breath out of him. He clenched his jaw and muttered, "They're lying to you! Michael and Sophia are both lying! I'm the one who really knows you, the one you truly love! No matter how much it hurt, you never thought about leaving me. They used dirty tricks to take you away!"
"Enough! All I know is that now I'm a Stuart, Michael's wife. My family and friends treat me well, and I don't need you in my life." Emma took a step back, her eyes cold and filled with disgust.
George's heart ached. His eyes reddened as he looked at the Emma who once relied on him completely, now staring at him like a stranger. He mumbled, dazed, "How could this happen, Emma? You shouldn't hate me like this. You've forgotten everything, but you're everything to me."
George's heartfelt confession did nothing to sway Emma.
No matter what he said, Emma stayed indifferent. She crossed her arms, her gaze icy and distant. "George, I'm Michael's wife. Your persistence is pointless. Do you think by pestering me, I'll accept you?"
"Michael's wife? Emma, what has he brainwashed you with? You're my wife! Michael is just a hypocrite, and he's deceived you!"
Emma remained unmoved, sneering. "What nonsense are you spouting? But what I see is his kindness and care, the security he gives me. And you? All you do is obsessively harass me. George, your possessiveness disgusts me."
George's breath caught, a flash of pain in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse. "Possessiveness? You think I just want to possess you? Emma, please remember everything about us—how you once loved me and all that we experienced together."
Emma cut him off mercilessly. "Enough! Stop saying these baseless things. Your so-called past is just your wishful thinking. If you really have evidence, show it to me!"
George's gaze grew more determined. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll make you see it with your own eyes, feel it with your own heart! I'll make you realize that the memories you've forgotten are your real life!"
He drove Emma to a secluded hillside. Throughout the journey, Emma's gaze remained cold, not even bothering to argue with George, her mind solely focused on how to escape as soon as possible.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a desolate cemetery. George opened the car door and walked to a tombstone deep within the cemetery, pointing at it. "Look, this is the grave I once made for you."
Emma frowned at the tombstone, noticing it had no name, just a bare stone surface. She scoffed, "George, do you think this proves anything? A nameless tombstone? Are you kidding me?"
George's face turned even paler. He whispered, "At the time, I thought you were dead, but I couldn't accept it, so I didn't put a name on it. I came here every day, telling myself you were still with me."
Emma remained unmoved, her tone icy. "So what? Do you think this absurd behavior will make me believe you? George, you're ridiculous."
"You don't believe me? Then I'll take you to the place we used to live, and you'll understand."
George took Emma to a remote villa. The villa had been burned down, leaving only ruins, surrounded by overgrown weeds, looking incredibly desolate.
"This was our home," George said, standing in front of the ruins. "We lived here together for three years."
Emma stood before the ruins, her gaze unflinching, even mocking. "George, you brought me to see these ruins to move me? Sorry, I feel nothing. Your so-called memories don't exist for me."
George's heart ached. His eyes showed despair, yet he stubbornly said, "You may forget, but the truth remains undeniable."
Emma sneered and shook her head. "Then show me some real evidence! Like something I used, or a photo of us together. But you? All you have are these broken ruins."
Emma paused, then added, "And I mean a photo of just you and me, happy and smiling. Don't try to fool me with pictures from the internet. I've seen plenty of couples who are just putting on a show."
George was silent for a few seconds, then finally pulled out a laminated leaf from his pocket. He handed it to Emma with trembling hands. "This is the leaf you gave me back then. You said it was beautiful, so I kept it."
Emma looked at the leaf, her eyes full of sarcasm. "A leaf? George, you think this proves our relationship? Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"
The pain in George's eyes deepened. He said in a low voice, "This leaf was given to me by you. You said it represented our first meeting..."
"Enough!" Emma cut him off mercilessly, her eyes full of disdain. "George, your behavior disgusts me. Your so-called deep love is just possessiveness. You don't want me to be happy, so you make up these ridiculous lies to harass me!"
George stood frozen, his eyes filled with deep pain, his voice hoarse. "Emma, do you really not believe me at all?"
Emma coldly replied, "I only believe in my current life. George, your obsession only makes me hate you more."
Emma's words were like a knife, stabbing into George's heart. "You really don't remember anything?"
Emma turned to leave, but George grabbed her wrist. His eyes were filled with pain and stubbornness. "No, I won't give up! You can forget everything, but I'll make you remember! Emma, you're my wife, you loved me, and that will never change!"
Emma forcefully pulled her hand away, her voice cold. "Love? George, you don't understand what love is. True love is about letting go, not clinging on like this. The more you do this, the more I despise you."
"Don't go, Emma. There's one more place you have to see! Once you go there, you'll remember our story! You'll believe that you loved me!"
George's desperate plea was met with Emma's firm refusal. "No way!"
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