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Chapter 1

"Ms. Cervini, are you sure? You're three months in. This might mean no kids—ever."I didn't flinch. "I'm sure."The nurse gave me that soft, pitying look but kept quiet.Once the anesthesia wore off, I popped the pill.Oliver had faked his memory loss. But in seven days, I'd really forget him.I booked a ticket home for exactly one week later.Right as I set my phone down, the door burst open. Oliver walked in with a ridiculous bouquet."My princess," he said, all charm, "may I have the honor of taking you to my class reunion?"Since the crash, he'd been laying it on thick—flowers every day, barely working, always planning some cute little outing.But this same doting Oliver had knocked someone else up.Just yesterday, his side chick showed up. First thing she did? Drop to her knees, begging me to let him go."Perry and I aren't pretty or successful like you," Katy sniffled. "You'll find someone better. But we're from the middle of nowhere. Our parents only care about sons.

Chapter 2

Oliver had sounded so chill back then. "I'm not like you guys. I really do love Cecelia. But I can't go my whole life without kids, right? Gotta think about the family line."Then his voice dipped, all warning. "If any of you say a word to Cecelia, don't blame me for cutting you off."It felt like someone reached in and squeezed my heart until it cracked.That's when it hit me—this love I thought was unshakable? It was paper-thin. Useless.And Oliver? He was the one who swore he never wanted kids.Back at dinner, Oliver slid some food onto my plate. "Cecelia, your favorite—spicy wings."I barely looked at them before picking them out. "I can't handle spicy anymore."He blinked, confused, then gently asked if he'd messed up somehow. Kept saying he'd get his memory back soon.I shrugged. "Tastes change, Oliver."His smile cracked. "No, Cecelia. I won't change. I'll love you forever. I promise."Right. Internally, I scoffed. He'd promised that before—meanwhile, Katy and Perry we

Chapter 3

Lewd whispers and Oliver's laugh just kept creeping in.My stomach flipped. I bolted to the bathroom and puked."Cecelia, are you okay?"He was suddenly behind me, rubbing my back.He looked concerned—but his fly was open, shirt half-on, and there was lipstick smeared across his chest.I gagged and threw up again.Oliver panicked, reaching for his phone to call a doctor. I waved him off. "Let's just go home."I'd seen everything I needed. No more unfinished business."Okay." He never said no. He pulled me in, soft. "But I've got one last gift. Just a little more time, yeah?"He tied a blindfold over my eyes and led me out, our fingers laced.But as we got closer, the scent of cheap perfume hit me—I sneezed.Oliver shrugged off his jacket, trying to cover me.I stepped back. "Don't bother."A moment later, I pulled off the blindfold. Oliver was grinning like a kid.Then his arms lifted—and behind him, dolphins burst from the waves, all sparkles and fairytale vibes.I'd sw

Chapter 4

The second I hit send, my phone lit up.I declined. It rang again. And again.Oliver was blowing up my phone like a lunatic.All I felt was this sharp, bitter kind of irony.I remembered last night—when he first asked to crash at my place, still playing the amnesia card.Before I could answer, his phone buzzed.He glanced at it, hit decline. But the caller wasn't giving up. The ringtone wouldn't quit.He gave me this sheepish look. "Cecelia, it's work. I have to take this."I nodded. He ducked into the study.When he came back, he looked guilty. "Sorry. Emergency at the office. But I'll be back tonight—with your favorite pudding, promise."I smiled. Didn't say a word.He never showed.But right on cue, Katy sent another video.Oliver was still in the same suit—minus the jacket. Pale hands slid over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. Katy's voice dripped sugar. "Oliver, let me take care of you. Thanks for today's wedding..."The screen cut out. Then came a belt unbuckling—a

Chapter 5

Stepping off the plane, I stopped cold.Where even was I? And where was I headed?Then my phone buzzed: [3:00 p.m. — train back home].By the time I hit the base of the mountain, it was already six.My family lived way out—tucked deep in some mountain village no one's ever heard of.This village wasn't just off the grid—it had a weird rep: all the women were hopeless romantics. To keep them from getting played and dumped, the place cooked up a memory-erasing drug.Years back, my mom rescued my dad after he fell off the mountain. She left the village with him.I didn't go back. I just rented a little house near the base instead.Slept for like a whole day and woke up feeling brand new.Right as I opened the door to grab food, there he was.Some guy in a sleek suit, looking like heartbreak in human form. He stood there, frozen, like he couldn't bring himself to step closer.His eyes were hidden behind dark shades, but they filled up the second he saw me.A sharp ache hit my c

Chapter 6

The next day, I figured out what Oliver meant by "prove it." He showed up at my door again.Same suit, now wrinkled. He looked rough—unshaven, sleep-deprived.The second I stepped outside, his eyes lit up."I brought breakfast—Pierogi. Your favorite."He hovered at the gate, shoving the box toward me with this desperate, hopeful look.I stayed ice-cold. "Told you—I don't remember you. Stop showing up."His smile twitched, then snapped back on like nothing. "You'll come back to me, Cecelia."Right then, a black car rolled up. Guys in suits stepped out.Oliver locked eyes with me. "This is my answer. Anyone who tried to ruin our marriage deserves to die."Two women got dragged out and tossed like garbage.Hair a mess, clothes bloody—they trembled when they saw him."Apologize," he said, voice ice-cold.Like scared animals, they dropped to their knees, mumbling sorry over and over.I frowned. This felt wrong. Slid my phone out and dialed the cops.Oliver's voice went even co

Chapter 7

As soon as we got off the plane, Oliver dragged me straight to the hospital.He still didn't buy the amnesia thing, but my total frost vibe over the past few days? That was getting hard to ignore.Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed. Oliver was there, eyes lit up."Cecelia, you were lying! Every test came back clean. I knew you were just mad—"I finally snapped. "You say we're married? Then where am I from, huh?"Oliver froze."I used to live up in the mountains, in that rental house. There's this weird little village nearby—mostly guys. The women? They die having kids. Still, they're so in love, they'd risk it anyway."I looked him dead in the eye. "But one woman didn't. She made a pill to forget the guy she loved—just so she could survive."Oliver's face twitched, confused."I don't remember us. But if I took that pill, it means I left you... to save myself."He just stared. Quiet.***The next day, Oliver didn't come.I knew he believed me and went digg

Chapter 8

I snapped, "If I'm so into the ocean, why can't I just go see it? Why's Oliver gotta build me one? Did he even ask before buying that company? I just found out from you."Derrick froze.I leaned in. "Derrick, how long you been working for him?""Two weeks."I laughed under my breath. "Then do you know why the last two secretaries—yeah, sisters—got fired? Spoiler alert: they weren't just doing admin. They were his side pieces."Derrick looked awkward but kept his head down, pretending he hadn't heard a thing.Through the glass, I spotted Oliver, shamelessly eavesdropping by the door.Suddenly, it all felt dumb.Why was I snapping at a guy just trying to do his job?***Oliver finally realized I wasn't ever gonna want to be with him again.He looked at me, desperate."Cecelia, just one last time. Let's go to Hawira. After that, I'll let you go."I said yes. One more trip to the island. We walked in silence, him trailing behind me.Then he said, "You love the ocean. What if

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