{"id":260677,"date":"2026-07-13T17:47:55","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:47:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/forget-me-not-leah-cupps\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:47:55","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:47:55","slug":"forget-me-not-leah-cupps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/forget-me-not-leah-cupps\/","title":{"rendered":"Forget Me Not – Leah Cupps"},"content":{"rendered":"
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How fleeting our time really is. These people thought their civilization would last forever\u2014their kings immortalized in stone, their gods eternally honored. Yet within a few centuries, the jungle swallowed their cities whole. The thought hits me with striking clarity: Brody and I had so little time together. Four years together, gone in an instant. But maybe that\u2019s the point. Maybe the Maya understood something I\u2019m still learning\u2014that the time we have is precious precisely because it\u2019s limited.<\/p>\n

Through the narrow doorway, I can hear Corbin and Marcus discussing camera angles, their voices carrying on the breeze. I pace the small chamber, the stone floor smooth beneath my feet. I\u2019m lost deep in thought, savoring the quiet moment alone. A sudden thunk echoes from above, followed by Corbin\u2019s muffled curse. \u201cShit! Marcus, did you see where my phone went?\u201d \u201cI think it fell through that gap in the stones,\u201d Marcus\u2019s voice calls back. \u201cSounded like it landed in the chamber below.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get it!\u201d I yell up at them, my voice resounding within the carved walls. I scan the chamber floor and spot the phone near the base of the wall, undamaged thanks to its toughened case, its screen flickering to life with an incoming notification. As I bend to pick it up, the text is impossible to miss.<\/p>\n

The notification is from \u201cK.\u201d My finger hovers, wavering between an instinctive respect for Corbin\u2019s privacy and my own increasingly desperate need for truth. The choice is made for me when another message appears, lighting up the screen. Hey handsome. Don\u2019t forget our call tomorrow at 10. But what really stops me in my tracks is the sequence of glittery pink heart emojis. The blood rushes from my head so quickly I have to grip the stone ledge for support.<\/p>\n

Handsome? Hearts? What the hell is going on? The chamber spins around me. It\u2019s one thing to suspect a lie, another entirely to see the proof illuminated in blue light against a darkened screen. He\u2019s seeing someone else. All those calls, all those interruptions\u2014they weren\u2019t work. They were another woman. A woman he\u2019s apparently close enough with to let her manage his schedule, to let her call him \u201chandsome,\u201d to let her add a string of hearts to her name. How could I have been so stupid?<\/p>\n

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Leah Cupps has asserted her right to be identified as the author of this work. FORGET ME NOT is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS Inkubator Books Prologue Part I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Part II Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Part III Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Epilogue Inkubator Newsletter ONE LAST BITE About the Author Also by Leah Cupps OceanofPDF.com JOIN THE INKUBATOR MAILING LIST You will be the first to learn about new releases plus the many FREE and discounted Kindle books we offer!<\/p>\n

bit.ly\/3dOTSW2 OceanofPDF.com PROLOGUE The copper tang of my own blood slides out of the corner of my mouth and down my cheek. If I had any control over the muscles in my arm, I might reach up and wipe it away. But I don\u2019t. In fact, I can\u2019t feel most of my body. The only feeling that\u2019s really gripping me at this point is shock \u2026<\/p>\n

Shock that I\u2019m here with my body parts broken against these ancient rocks. Shock that I have fallen forty feet through the air. Shock that I\u2019m just minutes away from death. One moment I was standing at the edge of the overlook, the vast expanse of the desert canyon stretching before me like an ocean. The next, my feet were swept from beneath me, kicking at nothing but air.<\/p>\n

Time slowed as I plummeted, watching the stratified cliff face rush past in rust- colored bands. It was quiet as I fell, as if the desert itself were holding its breath. The wind whistled past my ears, my clothes flapped wildly, and I had time to think, absurdly, that I didn\u2019t even have time to tell anyone what I discovered. Then came the impact. A sickening crunch as my body collided with the stone dwelling built into the cliff side.<\/p>\n

Pain exploded through my consciousness like a supernova, then mercifully receded into a dull throb as shock took over. If I had to guess, my back has been broken, which explains why I can\u2019t move. Above me, carved into the sandstone cliff, the dwellings rise in terraced levels like a vertical neighborhood frozen in time.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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