Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)

Poisoned? At that moment, my mind was blank.

How could I possibly be poisoned?

"Carl, are you sure you're not mistaken? I looked at my prenatal report. Both the babies and I are perfectly healthy. Did you have someone tamper with my data?"

At this moment, I even started to question if I had fallen into some kind of hallucinatory space.

My hand instinctively moved to my swollen abdomen. Since I was carrying twins, my belly had grown a little, visibly rounded now, no longer the flat stomach it used to be.

The babies were still there; I could feel their presence clearly.

"Chloe, let's go back and talk slowly," Carter said, as he lifted me and carried me back to the room.

I nestled in his arms, trying to think back to when I might have been poisoned, but my thoughts were like rusted gears turning slowly.

It felt like I was starting to catch a clue, but it slipped away as soon as I reached for it.

Carter gently laid me on the bed. I gripped his hand tightly and said, "Carl, tell me the truth. What kind of poison is it?"

He held my hand in return. "It's called Scifen."

"What?"

The word was unfamiliar to me; it didn't sound like the name of a poison.

"Don't worry. This poison won't affect the babies, but it has a significant impact on your sensory perception. The most obvious effect is that it causes memory loss."

Memory loss!

I gripped his hand even tighter. "So, all the things I've been repeating, even forgetting time, are because of this poison?"

He nodded, "Yes, I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want you to worry. Over the past few days, I've consulted many experts, but there's no known antidote available on the market. There's nothing we can do to stop it. Even if we tried to forcefully intervene, you're pregnant, so it's not feasible. We just have to let it run its course."

A weight settled in my heart. I mumbled, "Carl, what's going to happen to me?"

"This poison's first symptom is excessive drowsiness. At first, we thought it was just a pregnancy symptom. Then, when the situation with your sister happened, we assumed you were just overwhelmed with sadness. But as your memory loss became more frequent, I realized something was wrong and had you checked.

"Many doctors here didn't understand this poison. It was only after Matthew investigated that we learned about a research facility abroad that has been working on it. Since it's still in development, it's not technically considered a poison yet. The original intention for creating this substance was for psychological treatment, to help people forget painful emotional trauma. Depending on the dosage, it can erase memories up to a certain stage.

"Maybe it erases memories from ages 3-5, or 5-10, or 10-20 years old. Since you've only been poisoned for a short time, it's only been your more recent memories that have been affected, so it's still unclear how long it will last."

"Scifen," I whispered. "I remember now. Taylor once asked me to pass some medicine to Whitney. He said that if Whitney took it, she would forget him. Could it be Scifen?"

Carter nodded. "Your sister isn't here now, and the bottle of medicine is no longer available for evidence. But I've contacted Amber to see if she can help us obtain it."

"Have you reached her?"

He shook his head and said, "It looks like Taylor and she must be operating separately. Apart from the

hairpin, she didn't leave anything else behind, probably trying to hide everything."

A wave of disappointment washed over me. Perhaps Yael had been sent to a safe place. The couple must have separated from Taylor.

The matter with the Carlyns seemed to have reached its end. But what about me?

"Carl, who poisoned me?"

I felt like I should know, but I couldn't grasp it. Recently, everything that had happened was slowly slipping from my memory.

"It was Sergio."

When he said the name, it took me a moment to remember. Of course, my old psychologist.

Now, when I thought of him, I could only form a vague concept, unable to picture his face.

It wasn't just him—people like Nelson, who I didn't know well, were also slowly fading from my memory.

This poison didn't make you forget everything right away. It was more like someone was slowly taking away your memories without you realizing it.

By the time you noticed, it was already too late, and everything was lost.

"Why would he do this to me?"

Carter's gaze grew more serious. "You."

"Me?"

I was confused. "Do I have a grudge with him?"

"No, he liked you."

A faint memory of someone

accompanying me for therapy in a past life flashed in my mind. I remembered he had been a very professional psychologist

It didn't seem like the kind of person who would do something like this, but Carter wouldn't lie to me.

"He liked me, so he made me forget?" I still couldn't understand his logic.

Carter gently cupped my face and said, "If I'm right, his real goal was to make you forget me."

My eyes widened in shock. "Forget you? Carl, how could I forget you?"

I anxiously threw myself into his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest.

His heartbeat was strong and steady, his scent so familiar. How could I ever forget him?

This man would give his life for me.

But deep down, I felt an hourglass in my soul, counting down the

moments. The sand slipping away didn't just take time-it took the memories I had with him.

"Don't be afraid, Chloe. Even if you forget me, as long as we're still alive, as long as we have heartbeats as long as we haven't separated, we can fall in love again."

He gently removed the tears from the corner of my eye with his thumb. "I'll keep telling you over and over

how much we love each other."

I looked deeply into his eyes, wanting to imprint him into my heart forever.

Like a vow, I said seriously, "Carl, no matter when, no matter where, I will fall in love with you again!"