Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby - Chapter 200

Chapter 200:

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Emily’s POV

“Hi!”

I lifted my face and rolled my eyes when I saw him again. He’d been following me for the past few days, and I didn’t know what to do about him. He kept saying he was my stalker and that he fell in love with me at first sight. He’s handsome, yes. He’s fit for my ideal man, yes. He’s professional, yes. He’s hot, f*cking yes! But I don’t know him. According to him—and to my doctor—I have amnesia, which I confirmed when I saw the year on the calendar. I’ve forgotten my present, and maybe, Matt Foster is part of that present.

“Frowning again? I told you that won’t work on me. You’re still beautiful in my eyes.”

I looked away and rolled my eyes, but I was actually hiding a smile. I don’t know why. He’s annoying, yet I always find myself hiding a smile while my heart races inside my chest.

I have amnesia. My mind doesn’t remember him, but my heart does. It races whenever he’s near, and it aches when he’s not around. Actually, I remember him telling me that he’s my boyfriend. I didn’t believe him because I didn’t know about my amnesia.

I love him. I can feel it in my heart. However, I’m stuck in the past, and the bitterness from the night my fiancé and baby died still lingers. It comes rushing back. The horror of that night is still with me, but I must admit that when Matt Foster is around, my mind completely forgets that misery.

I just had my weekly check-up today, and now I’m resting here in the hospital cafeteria. I want to believe that I’m truly resting, but deep down I know I stayed because I knew Matt would see me here, since he’s working in the hospital.

He smirked. “Have you eaten? I’m famished. Eat with me, please.”

I glared at him. “I’m not hungry, and I’m leaving now.”

I pulled myself up and was about to leave when he spoke.

“Argh! My back is hurting again. Should I just ride a taxi? I couldn’t drive because I’m sleepy and hungry.”

My lips parted, and I slowly dropped my gaze to him again. He was massaging the back of his neck, and indeed, he looked tired. His eyes were half-lidded, his hair was messy, and the veins on his hands were visible.

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I felt something in my heart and found myself sitting back down at the place I had left earlier. He lifted his face and looked at me, genuinely shocked to see me. He didn’t look like he was teasing me at all.

I cleared my throat. “What do you want to eat?”

His lips slowly curved into a beautiful smile. “Will you eat with me?”

I tilted my head. “Well… I suddenly feel hungry.”

He pulled himself up. I looked up at him and saw his eyes twinkling with happiness. “What do you want to eat?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Y-You choose for me.”

He gave me a thumbs-up before running to the counter. He didn’t look tired now. His eyes were full of joy, and he looked energetic.

I swallowed hard and caressed my chest. My heart was racing so fast, I felt like it might pop out of my chest at any moment. God! How in love am I with him?

My Heart Remembers

“Is she Dr. Matt’s sister?”

“No! I heard she’s his patient.”

“What? Her doctor is Dr. Farah.”

“Really? Is she seducing Dr. Matt?”

“I’d bet my salary she is! She always comes here to the cafeteria after her weekly check-ups, and I’m sure she’s always waiting for Dr. Matt to notice her.”

My forehead creased. They’re talking about me. Am I right?

“She’s not even pretty.”

“I know, right?”

I rolled my eyes before pulling myself up. I saw Matt walking back toward our table, carrying a tray of food. His eyes widened when he saw me walking toward the exit.

“Em! Emily!” He called my name, but I didn’t stop walking.

He must’ve thought I was leaving, but I wasn’t. I stopped in front of the table where the nurses were talking about me. They looked shocked and started elbowing each other when they realized I was there. One of them looked at me with a bitchy expression. “Yes? Do you need something?”

I crossed my arms. “I heard you talking about me.”

She laughed sarcastically and dropped her spoon on the table. She crossed her arms too, copying me. “So?”

My brow shot up as I stared at her. “You’re curious about my relationship with Matt, right?”

She smirked. “You’re delusional if you think you can get his attention—”

I slammed my palms on the table. The other nurses jumped in shock, and the bitchy woman who was trying to fight back looked threatened.

“Emily—”

I turned to Matt. “Why don’t you tell this woman why we’re together?”

His lips parted as he stared at me, still holding the tray of food. A confused expression crossed his face. “Huh?”

I stood up straight, grabbed the tray from his hands, and angrily placed it on the table. Then, I grabbed the neck of his lab gown, pulling him closer as I tilted my head. I saw his eyes widen even more, and I heard gasps from the people watching.

I didn’t care. I kissed him on the lips in front of everyone. I didn’t care if it was inappropriate, or if it would spark rumors about him. I wanted to do this. I wanted to stake my claim on him because, even without my memories, my heart still remembered the beautiful feeling of being with him. My heart remembers his touch, his presence, and him.

I pulled away, leaving Matt staring at me, completely shocked. I turned to face the nurses who were looking at me with expressions of horror and anger.

I smirked at them. “I know you’re all dying to get close to this man, but you can’t. He’s mine. He’s my boyfriend, and I don’t share. Got it?”

I could feel the tension in the cafeteria. I came here to pick up Matt since I knew he was tired from his duties last night. I figured I’d find him in the cafeteria, so I came straight here. But what I witnessed made me realize something. The animosity I felt toward Emily wasn’t really hate. It was admiration. I liked her, and I didn’t know when it started.

I swallowed hard as I watched Emily, who doesn’t remember my brother, fight for him. It was like she instinctively knew his heart belonged to her, and she was accepting him, even without her memories.

I sucked in a breath and clenched my fists. Why was I feeling this way? Why did I end up liking my twin brother’s girl? Why the hell did I like the woman I never thought I would? It was a stupid realization, absurd even. Seeing my brother with the woman I liked pained me, but I knew I didn’t have the right to feel this way. I made her this way. I stole her memories. I stole her chance at having a child, and despite everything, my twin brother forgave me. He forgave me and gave me another chance, even though I was the reason he lost his child and almost lost the woman he loved.

I turned my back and left the cafeteria. I walked straight to the parking lot, slipping into the passenger seat of my car. I started the engine and drove off. I needed to get her out of my system. I needed a distraction.

I gritted my teeth and stopped at a dive bar. I tilted my head, scanning the crowd, looking for someone to take my mind off her. Maybe if I found a woman who wasn’t like her, I could forget about Emily. Besides, my feelings were still shallow. I could redeem myself before I completely lost my sanity.

“Hi, handsome!”

I looked at the woman who greeted me. My eyes lingered on her face for a moment before I turned away and walked toward the bar. I sat down at the counter and ordered a drink. Maybe I could drown myself in alcohol.

“One margarita, please!”

I turned to the woman sitting next to me. She looked troubled. My eyes scanned her from head to toe. She didn’t appear to be an ordinary woman. She wore a short skirt, a flimsy top, and her hair was curled. It was obvious she was someone who sold her body.

“Millie! Why did you do that?” A man, looking enraged, grabbed her arm.

The woman, Millie, glared at him. “I told you I f*ck, but I don’t do drugs. That old man is out of his mind!”

I gasped, and she probably heard it because she briefly glanced in my direction.

“He paid you, Millie! We’ve lost a million! God, you’re crazy!”

“I don’t care!” she snapped.

“Then pay me a million if you don’t want this client!” he shouted.

“What?” she replied, incredulously.

I stood up and cleared my throat. Interfering wasn’t usually my thing, but I didn’t like where this conversation was going.

I shot the man a cold stare. “I’ll give you five million. Leave her alone.”

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