Memory Loss Turned Me Into His Goddess novel Chapter 18

Our wedding was held on an island.

It wasn’t the grandest, but it was very heartfelt.

The people I love and who love me were all there.

Charlie cried, leaning on my shoulder:

"Jenna, I’ve wanted to be with you since I was 16."

"Try changing your heart."

I smiled and comforted him:

"I won’t."

"Big crybaby."

Charlie's Side Story: The School Days

A gambling father, a sick mother, and the young him.

This was truly Charlie’s life story.

When he was 5, his mother passed away, and Charlie grew up relying on the kindness of others, surviving until he was 16.

The money for his schooling was collected by picking up trash.

He was so poor that he had to split a 1-dollar steamed bun into two meals a day.

Because of hunger, he had eaten snacks that other students discarded.

Because of 5 bucks, he had once knelt to a thug.

Because of this, he became the "little beggar" in other people's mouths.

One day, just like usual, he went to the internet café to try and find some leftover food.

There were plenty of empty drink bottles.

But the owner of the internet café chased him away every time.

That time, things got rough.

The owner deliberately released a wolfdog to bite him.

His only warm coat was torn by several holes.

The wolfdog usually ate beef, and it was large and powerful.

He couldn’t break free.

In his final moments, a brick flew over, hitting the dog’s head hard.

A girl, with a few companions, some carrying steel pipes and others picking up wooden sticks, came to chase the dog away.

"Are you alright?"

She crouched down with a concerned look in her eyes.

Charlie recognized her.

Jenna.

She was from the class next door.

He had heard she was the most beautiful, that she came from a good family, and that she had many friends.

In short, she led a life completely opposite to Charlie's.

He lowered his head, not wanting her to see his miserable state.

"Jenna, let’s go. Today’s your birthday; don’t be late!" Her friend urged her.

The girl turned around and said "Okay."

Then, she saw Charlie standing up on his own, silently picking up the bottles that had scattered all over the ground.

"Goodbye."

Jenna waved and left.

It was a long time before he dared to lift his head.

He stared at her retreating back.

For some reason, Charlie felt a deep sadness, but he couldn’t explain why.

Dejectedly, he threw the bottle he had just picked up and sat down by the wall.

He silently counted the bites on his body.

Then, a fragrant and sweet piece of cake suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Today’s my birthday, let me treat you to some cake!"

He hurriedly looked up.

Jenna was holding the cake: "You’re Charlie, right?"

She remembered his name.

That day, it was the first time Charlie ever ate cake.