Secretly Mine-Chapter 160: Confrontation (3) [Christian POV]

"Then show me this evidence. If you’re so desperate to convince me of something so asinine, then at least try to prove it." Leslie’s words came with a tinge of ridicule. I could immediately tell that she didn’t believe me, even thinking that I was crafting an elaborate story to fool her.

My confidence decreased while the panic increased.

There was no evidence. I could tell her how Zach was stalking Karl and the sketchy dealings he had at the ports, but that didn’t prove anything.

My head began to explode with pain from my constant, desperate attempts to remember the night of the auction event.

I know I found something there that night. That has to be the case!

A few moments went by, and I still couldn’t produce any evidence. Leslie’s patience was running thin, and I felt like the ticking time bomb was on its last few seconds before Leslie would turn around and walk out of my life.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to explain myself, but my mind was a total mess.

"Got it. You don’t need to explain yourself further," she finally said after a few moments of silence.

Just as I had feared, she turned around and was about to walk out of the office.

No! Don’t leave!

The voice inside of me was clawing at me, desperate not to let her go. It was so intense that I was even surprised at how maddened it made me feel.

I quickly reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder as a last attempt to keep her here.

"Leslie, please. I never wanted to hurt you."

Those were the only words that I could muster up to say. My head felt like it was being split apart with an axe, making it even more difficult to think.

She finally turned around and looked me dead in the eyes, "Well, it’s too late for that." I could see something momentarily waver inside of her. Her eyes carried heartache as they looked at me. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"At least tell me that I mean something to you. Tell me that you weren’t just using my body this whole time?"

Everything around me froze.

She thinks that I’ve been using her for her body this whole time?

"Christian, I loved you. You were my entire world. Do you know how much it hurts to feel used? To feel like everything we had was just some elaborate scheme?" she said, finally breaking down into tears.

I could feel the immense emotions behind her words.

She loved me...

While I knew that we both had a special relationship, due to my lost memories, I couldn’t exactly identify how deep it actually went. These few weeks that I’ve spent with her were the best I’ve ever had. But was it love?

"Leslie...I...." I didn’t even know how to begin to explain how much she meant to me. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel used, but it was as if something was lodged in my throat, unable to get the words out.

She looked at me, full of hope, waiting for my response.

SAY IT DAMMIT. WHY WON’T THE WORD COME OUT?!

The hope slowly faded from her eyes, and sadness set in. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

"You never loved me, did you?" she asked in a whisper. She sounded completely defeated, and her eyes lost the little bit of light they had left.

The next moment, she turned around and walked out of the room.

I stood frozen in place, watching in horror as she walked away. It was as if my body no longer listened to my mental commands.

Go! Go! Run after her!

Internally, I was screaming at myself to go after her, but my legs wouldn’t listen and stood firmly in place. I couldn’t even lift my arms to wipe the tears from my eyes. It was like the worst kind of sleep paralysis, except I was awake.

I lost track of how long I stood there before I finally regained the feeling in my fingers. My head was still pounding, and the pain was so great that I ended up breaking out into a cold sweat. I slowly turned around and walked over to my office, walking straight into the hidden bedroom.

Without even taking my shoes off, I collapsed onto the bed. Pain, confusion, sadness, and anger all continued to circle through me. I couldn’t believe I just let her walk away without comforting her.

I thought about all of her questions, especially when she asked if I had ever loved her.

Is what I’m feeling love? Did I love her? I must have....right?

I knew that Leslie was very special to me, so much so that it even frightened me.

Damn this memory loss! If it weren’t for that, I’m sure I would have been able to explain things better. Prove that my feelings for her are real.

Instead, I just stood there like a fool!

My thoughts continued to spiral with self-loathing until I finally passed out.

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A few hours later, I woke up feeling only slightly better. The exhaustion went away, but the headache persisted. I was in no mood to get any work done today, so I sent a quick message to Blake, letting him know that I’ll be unavailable for a few days.

I walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

Enough is enough. Crying and self-loathing aren’t going to change anything.

It was time for me to take matters into my own hands. I was no longer content with sitting around and waiting for my memories to come back before taking action. I found the evidence once, and I could do it again.

This time, I’ll find the evidence and make it out. I’ll prove to Leslie that I wasn’t lying, and that she always had a place in my heart.

Hopefully, when the time comes, I’ll be able to tell her how I feel.

My cold, determined eyes stared back at me in the mirror. Nothing mattered more to me right now than taking care of this situation.

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