Chapter 151

The words hung in the air like a blade pressed against my heart.

I stared at Viktor, my voice barely above a whisper, tears already spilling down my cheeks.

“You… you don’t really remember me?”

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He looked at me with that same polite, distant confusion, his eyes gentle but empty of any recognition. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought it might crack open.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice calm and sincere. “No…. I don’t.”

The room tilted. I felt my knees weaken as fresh tears blurred my vision. Before I could say anything else, his parents slowl approached the bed, their faces pale with worry.