My Dead Fiancée Returned With Another Man
In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her.
The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man.
Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously.
"Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away."
I smile at how ridiculous she is. "It's one thing if Iris lost her memories, but did you lose yours too? Since Iris is still alive, why do you not bring her back? You've watched me live in pain and misery for three years. I had to rely on sleeping pills just to get by. Do you find that amusing?"
Violet falls silent and doesn't dare to look at me again.
The young man named Jack hides behind Iris timidly.
In the next moment, Iris turns to look at me with a frosty expression. "Mr. Stevens, I do not wish to go back. The person I love now is Jack. Since I've forgotten my past, just treat it as memories from a previous lifetime."