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The Night I Was Forgotten, The Day I Returned

The Night I Was Forgotten, The Day I Returned

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Seize Your Fate

Synopsis : Seize Your Fate

Evelyn Hart had once been New York’s brightest rising star in criminal investigation—a brilliant detective with an unshakable spirit and a record of catching impossible cases. Her talent had made her a legend in the precinct, her name spoken with awe and pride. But five years ago, everything changed.

During a hostage rescue mission, an explosion ripped through the site. Evelyn had thrown herself in front of the blast to shield a victim—Sophie Monroe, her husband Nathan Reed’s old college classmate. Sophie survived. Evelyn didn’t walk again.

The explosion took both of Evelyn’s legs and, with them, her position in the field. Once the NYPD’s golden detective, she was now known only by one title—Nathan Reed’s wheelchair-bound wife.

Nathan, the captain of the elite Detective Bureau, had promised her a future together despite her disability. On their wedding day, he had whispered in her ear, “Evelyn, keep fighting. We’ve got cases to crack together.”

That one word—together—kept her alive through years of pain, therapy, and despair. She clung to it through every sleepless night, every reminder of what she’d lost. For Nathan, she endured it all.

But today, everything would change.


A Ray of Hope—and a Betrayal

After years of painful rehabilitation, Evelyn finally received the news she’d prayed for: her recovery was exceeding expectations. Her doctors told her she’d be walking again soon. The thought filled her with joy and relief—finally, she could return to the job she loved.

She couldn’t wait to tell Nathan. She wanted to see his proud smile, hear him say “That’s my Evie.”

But fate had other plans.

On her way to the Detective Bureau, Evelyn was suddenly abducted. When she regained consciousness, she found herself tied up in an abandoned factory, a knife pressed against her cheek, slicing into her skin.

Terror clawed through her—until she heard sirens.

“Police! Freeze!”

The voice that followed was unmistakable. Nathan.

Moments later, he burst into the room, gun drawn. He cut her loose and caught her as she fell.

“You’re safe now, Evie,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. “I’m sorry—I got here too late.”

Despite the blood and fear, she felt safe in his arms again. The man who had promised to protect her was still her hero—or so she thought.


The Truth Unfolds

After the medics tended to her wounds, Evelyn pushed herself toward the temporary command post, determined to debrief. But before she entered, she heard something that froze her in place.

“The risk was huge, but it paid off big time,” one officer said excitedly. “If Nathan hadn’t made the call to use Evelyn as bait, that psycho would still be out there.”

Her mind went blank. Bait?

Another voice added, “Yeah, her being in the wheelchair made her look helpless. Anyone else, the killer might not have gone for it.”

Evelyn’s heart stopped. This hadn’t been a rescue—it was a setup. Her husband, the man she trusted more than anyone, had used her as bait to catch a serial killer.

Fighting to steady her breathing, she shoved open the door. “Nathan Reed, you knew that bastard had me in his sights. You used me as bait?”

The room fell silent. Nathan’s face was unreadable, calm in that cold professional way she’d seen countless times before.

“Yes,” he said finally. “We figured you were his next target. It was our best chance to flush him out.”

Evelyn’s voice trembled. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped! I’m still a cop!”

“Because if you knew,” someone else interjected, “you might have blown the cover. Nathan did it to make it real.”

That voice—smooth, confident, familiar—sent a chill through Evelyn.

She turned and saw Sophie Monroe.


The Ghost from the Past

Five years ago, Sophie had been the woman Evelyn saved in the explosion—the same woman who’d confessed her love for Nathan multiple times, even after he’d married Evelyn. After Evelyn’s injury, Sophie had sworn to atone by quitting the force and moving overseas.

But now, here she was, standing beside Nathan, wearing a badge that read Deputy Captain of the Detective Bureau.

“Long time no see, Evelyn,” Sophie said, her voice falsely warm. “I’m Nathan’s partner now. We came up with this plan together.”

Evelyn’s knuckles turned white around her wheelchair’s armrests. Sophie’s casual tone was like a knife twisting in her chest.

Her husband—the man she’d fought to live for—had replaced her with the very woman who’d destroyed her life.


Shattered Promises

Before Evelyn could respond, Nathan’s radio buzzed. He and his team hurried out, leaving her alone in the cold metal container.

A medic eventually helped her to a squad car to rest. Through the open window, she heard voices drifting in from outside.

“Nathan and Monroe are syncing up like pros,” one officer said with admiration. “Almost as tight as he and Evelyn used to be.”

Sophie laughed softly. “Oh, come on. I could never compare to Evelyn.”

Another officer replied, “Evelyn’s glory days are over. She’s done. You’re not dragging him down like she did.”

Nathan didn’t correct them. He didn’t even speak.

Instead, he said nothing—and that silence was louder than any betrayal.

Sophie’s voice turned gentle, almost apologetic. “Nathan, I’ve grown up since then. Back then, I was jealous when you married her. But I’m not that person anymore. I came back to lighten your load.”

Nathan’s only response was a quiet, “Drop it. We’re on the clock.”

Once, he would’ve shut that kind of talk down immediately. Now, he just let it pass.

That silence broke Evelyn’s heart.


The End of Evelyn Hart

Five years ago, Sophie’s panic had cost Evelyn her legs, her future, and her identity. Nathan had known that. He’d watched her bleed, comforted her through the pain, but deep down, he’d already chosen sides.

The squad admired Sophie now. Nathan respected her, trusted her, worked beside her—just like he once had with Evelyn.

As their voices faded, Evelyn sat motionless in the car, the world around her collapsing.

The man who had vowed to love her “in sickness and in health” had used her as a disposable pawn.
Her team, once her family, had replaced her without hesitation.

But there was one secret they didn’t know—she was healing. The doctors had confirmed that she’d walk again soon. She’d planned to surprise them, to reclaim her place beside Nathan.

Now, she realized she no longer wanted it.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed a number she hadn’t called in years.

“Chief Blake,” she said, her voice steady, cold. “I’d like to request a transfer to the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. Criminal profiler position.”

There was stunned silence, then excitement. “Evelyn, that’s incredible! You’re a natural-born profiler. We’ll coordinate with the feds—you’ll consult right here in New York!”

Evelyn gave a faint, hollow smile. “Yeah. I’ve come around.”

The old Evelyn Hart—the detective who lived for love and teamwork—was gone.

From now on, she would live for herself, and for the work that still burned inside her.


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