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Everyone only remembered Avery as my wife. This whole situation was maddening, and this mysterious woman now seemed even more enigmatic. What in the hell was going on? "Married or not, it doesn't matter if you forgot so easily," she murmured, her voice laced with disappointment. There it was again—the same thing she kept repeating. What reaction was she expecting from me? Constantly pushing my buttons, reminding me of a past I couldn’t recall as if I’d chosen to forget her. "Then enlighten my memory," I said, my voice carrying a challenging edge.

Meanwhile Ethan barely looked up from his phone as he loosened his tie. “Traffic was insane,” he muttered. I stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Surely he remembered. Surely. Vivian shifted awkwardly beside him as he slowly looked up. His gaze followed hers toward the dining room, and I watched realization dawn across his face. He looked like he genuinely forgot, and it made my stomach drop. A strange ringing filled my ears. Seven years. Seven years together and he forgot our anniversary. Again. Not the first time.

Jonas was the son of my father-in-law’s first love. My wife and the college boy I had sponsored had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. And even her father had been helping them cover it up, even encouraging it. In this entire family, I was the only fool. I was the only one kept in the dark, pouring in money and effort while feeding a nest of ungrateful parasites. I forced down the violent hatred surging in my chest. With a polite smile still on my face, I stepped in front of Vincent and walked to the control panel.

His eyebrow lifted. "You don't remember?" "Remember what?" His other eyebrow lifted, that expression alone told me I had done something. Something bad, something humiliating and something I was apparently the only person unfortunate enough to have forgotten. I looked away and squeezed my eyes shut. Think...think, Lena. What happened last night? The horror movie. The wine. The bedroom and Salvatore. I tried to reconstruct the evening piece by piece. At first, there was nothing. Then— "Aren't you my husband?"

Seven years into my mission to win Stephanie Chelle's heart, I had helped her become one of the business world's rising stars. And yet, she divorced me for her first love. All because her first love was terminally ill, and she had promised to marry him. I refused to give up and begged her to stay. "Once we're divorced, I won't remember you anymore." But she impatiently shook off my hand. "Can you stop being so selfish? Grayson is dying, and you're still fighting for my attention?" Later, I remembered everyone except Stephanie. Yet she came to me with red-rimmed eyes, begging me to come back.

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And

"What a shame. And you lived here for three whole years. You'd think something would stick." "The doctors say it might come back. In time." "Oh, I'm sure it will." She took a sip of wine. "When it's convenient." There was a little pause. Then Maria laughed. Soft. Behind her hand. "Isn't it funny," Vivienne went on, turning to Damien, "how this memory of hers works? She can remember how to use a fork. She can remember how to dress herself. She remembered how to slap poor Maria at the hospital. But three years of marriage, three children, every terrible thing she ever did?" She snapped her fingers. "Gone. Just like that. Clean slate."

She cleared her throat, she did not want to press the issue further. Not like she does not know the reason. Like she understands that it is not an easy task to forget one's first love but the way her daughter was taking it is quite surprising. Sometimes, she will be sad. Other times, she would be indifferent. She was just confusing her even more. When she and her husband parted ways, she knew how much longer it took her to forget his face not to talk of his voice but the memories were stuck in her skull. She heaved a sigh and went over to the store room and brought out the materials she will use to do her home chores. She looked into the kitchen and saw Ophelia cleaning it. She also seemed t

He whispered but he forgot that unlike that island here she was not alone. She snatched her hand away. "I don't want to see your face again, Mr Liam Knight. I just want to forget that I ever met a man like you. You don't exist for me, not anymore, so you may live in hell for all I care," saying that she left. Liam only smirked. "Oh, little one, I don't live in hell, I rule over it. And as far as forgetting me is concerned, you won't be able to do it because I am carved in your fate, wife."

"My wife is dead." Now it was Tiana’s time to stand up hastily. She looked as angry as he was. “Who told you that? How could I be dead when I am standing right in front of you." "Stop! You are not my wife." "I am." "I would not forget her." "You did Nicklaus. You forgot me when I have been waiting for you here every day, enduring every torture that came my way, training hard, going to a suicide journey just to see you once again. Yet what did I get when you return you didn’t even remember me. Ha!" She almost yelled frustrated.