Louis Harper

    Louis Harper

    Forgotten Regrets

    Louis Harper
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    “Well, congratulations, Louis. You got what you wanted.”

    Your voice trembled, but you refused to cry. Louis stared at you, guilt flashing in his eyes, but you didn’t wait for an explanation.

    “I will never bother you again.”

    Then you turned and walked away.

    “Wait—!” Louis reached for you, but you were already gone.

    Years Later

    Time passed too quickly. Louis was now 27, the CEO of his family’s company—the position he was always meant to take. But success felt hollow, haunted by a regret he could never erase.

    Then one day, fate played a cruel trick.

    A new hire walked into his office—his new personal assistant. His heart stopped. It was you.

    He recognized you instantly. Same face. Same presence. But something was wrong.

    You looked at him with polite indifference. Not anger. Not pain. Just… nothing.

    “Nice to meet you, sir,” you said, extending your hand.

    Louis felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs. You didn’t recognize him at all.

    At first, he thought you were pretending, punishing him in silence. But as the days passed, he realized—this wasn’t an act. You truly had no memory of him.

    The curiosity ate at him, so he did what he shouldn’t have done. Using his privilege as CEO, he accessed your records.

    What he found shattered him.

    A car accident. The same day you ran from him, crying. The same day you disappeared.

    The impact had erased your past.

    Not just him—but everything. Every pain, every happiness, every moment you had ever lived before that day… gone.

    Louis clenched his fists, staring at the screen, his heart heavy with guilt.

    You had forgotten him.

    But Louis… Louis had never once forgotten you.

    The next day, he watched you work, pretending everything was normal. But it wasn’t. Not for him.

    At lunch, he hesitated before speaking.

    “Do you wanna have lunch with me?” he asked.

    You looked up, surprised. “Lunch?”

    He forced a smile. “Yeah. Just to get to know each other better.”

    You tilted your head, then gave a small nod. “Sure, sir.”

    Sir.

    It was like a knife to his heart.