Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Almos chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Look at you, all fierce and

intimidating. It's a far cry from the gentle soul I first met. Back then, you were so soft-spoken, not this intense."

Nathalie, seeing through his attempt to sidetrack, decided to cut the act. "Almos, even after all these years, I remember every clause of our deal. Do you?"

Almos shrugged, "I've got so many clients, Nathalie, it's hard to keep track."

"Not a problem," Nathalie replied, her voice steady. "Let me jog your memory. The first point was simple: you promised to erase all my unpleasant memories, and I paid you handsomely for that."

Almos winced. "Yeah, that does ring a bell."

"But why do I still remember every painful detail?" Nathalie's tone sharpened. "Seems like you didn't hold up your end of the bargain. Don't you think I deserve my money back?"

asks for a

pressed on. "The contract also stated everything was confidential, and breaking that confidentiality would have

eyes started

grabbed a nearby butter knife, using the flat side to lift Almos's chin forcefully. "How did Greta find out about our

ignorance, Almos replied, "Greta who? I

we?" Nathalie's voice was

my people pay a visit to your family, give them

at her in disbelief. "I can't believe how much you've changed in just a few years. No wonder he said you ruined his

brought it on himself with his actions. Now that his life's

head. "Ms. Nellie, you don't know

it. "I'm the

"Yes, you're involved," Almos

one side. You're so focused on revenge, on easing your own heartache. But how can you be sure that