Forsaking the Years of Longing novel Chapter 117

Chapter 41

Since the aquarium visit, Daphne had fully regained her memories of the past with Matthew.

Meanwhile, the business rivalry between Jonathan and Matthew had dragged on for months, leaving both sides battered.

Daphne decided it was time to meet Matthew one last time and lay everything out in the open.

When she called him, Matthew's voice was filled with astonished joy, trembling slightly as he answered almost immediately.

"Daphne... You. you thought of calling me?"

"Let's meet tomorrow," Daphne said, her voice cool but resolute.

Hearing her tone, Matthew was momentarily struck-this was the Daphne from before her memory loss.

"Alright," he replied.

The next day, Daphne arrived early at the café and waited patiently.

When Matthew entered, his eyes lingered on her, a surge of complex emotions swelling within him.

He sat down slowly, their eyes meeting, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if they had traveled back to a simpler, carefree time.

"Matthew, I've regained my memory," Daphne said, her words as cold as ice, freezing the air around them.

Matthew's hand trembled, nearly spilling his coffee, but he fought to remain composed, his gaze fixed on Daphne.

"Daphne, you..." His voice was laced with nervousness and unease.

"I came to ask you to stop the business war with Jonathan.

Continuing like this benefits no one. I'll be speaking to him as well," she said firmly, her tone unwavering.

Matthew lowered his head, his brows furrowed with pain and regret. "Daphne, what I did to you in the past.. I'm so sorry."

"You didn't wrong me; you wronged yourself."

Her voice was calm but carried a maturity and release that Matthew found hard to bear.

Looking up, he met her gaze, his eyes filled with remorse and longing.

"I don't blame you. When you loved me, it was real. Even a garden of Juliet roses, when withered, still proves it once bloomed."

Her voice was light and calm, but a single tear traced down her cheek.

"Thank you for coming into my life and loving me so fiercely,"

she continued By now, Matthew was crying uncontrollably, his head bowed in shame and heartbreak.

"Daphne, please... don't leave me."

Large tears rolled down his face, and in that moment, he truly felt her slipping away forever.

"I hope you live well, Matthew. Let's not meet again," she said softly.

With that, she picked up her coffee, took a sip, and stood.

Without looking back, she walked out of the café.

Matthew remained seated, tears cascading down his face like pearls from a broken string, utterly alone.