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Chapter 1
My boyfriend lost his memory. And he fell for the one person he’d always despised.
He announced it on social media: “Even if I forget the whole world, my heart will remember you.”
My friends tried to push me.
“Aren’t you going to fight for him? He got that head injury saving your life, after all.”
“And before his surgery, he begged you. He said if he came out of it ‘scrambled, you had to find a way to make him love you again.”
I just shook my head, refusing to speak.
In my last life, I endured a year of humiliation to finally make him remember me. In the end, all I got was a cold, dismissive questi-
on: “Why not just let this mistake be?”
This time, I was determined to walk away.
But when I stood with my arm linked through my new boyfriend’s, Evan’s eyes went red, his composure shattering.
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The moment Evan opened his eyes after the surgery, I knew the script of my past life was replaying. His gaze swept over me, dist-
ant and empty, without a flicker of recognition.
Evan’s father, overjoyed, seized the opportunity to sever all contact between us.
The next time I heard anything about Evan was a month later.
He posted a photo on his social media account, an embrace with a woman named Faye. The caption read: “Even if I forget the who-
le world, my heart will remember you.”
Their love story spread like wildfire.
They said the heir to the Thorne family was terrifyingly lucid after his amnesia, wary even of his own parents. But the moment he
saw Faye, that cold mask cracked. They stared at each other for a long moment before Evan’s hand trembled and pressed against
his heart.
“Who are you?”
Faye leaned against the doorframe, a sweet smile playing on her lips. “We grew up together. I’m your fiancée, silly.”
Evan pulled her into his arms. The confusion and terror of his memory loss finally found an anchor.
“What took you so long?” he asked, his voice thick with a child–like grievance.
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Evan’s father had spent three years trying to pry him away from me with threats and bribes, all to no avail. One bout of amnesia, and Evan fell right into the arms of the woman his father had chosen for him.
Everything was back on its predetermined track.
My friends were furious on my behalf.
“Evan cut ties with his family just to be with you and to get out of that arranged marriage with Faye. How could he possibly like her?
“Exactly‘ Every time Faye tried to get near him before, he looked at her with pure disgust. He must think she’s you!”
They urged me to go “save” him, insisting that when his memory returned, he’d be mortified, sickened by what he’d done.
I just shook my head at their pleas.
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Because I knew the truth. Evan wouldn’t be mortified. He would drown himself in Faye’s feigned tenderness and never want to
wake up.
In my last life, I spent a year enduring his insults and humiliation, all to make him remember me. And when he finally did, he got drunk, scrolling through photos of his sweet moments with Faye over and over.
Then he looked up at me, his eyes like chips of ice.
“Why not just let this mistake be?
I fraze, completely lost. But you begged me before the surgery. You lost your memory saving my life.”
Evan cut me off. “And for that, I haven’t treated you poorly.” His voice was laced with impatience. “Can’t you just… let me go?”
I will never forget the searing pain and humiliation of that moment.
Now, facing it all again, I would not walk that same path to ruin. I refused my friends‘ advice, packed my things, and left the home I
had shared with Evan that very night.
But fate had other plans. I was with my best friend, running errands. I fell asleep in the car, and when I woke up, she had parked in
front of a bar.
The moment we walked in, I realized it was the grand opening of a bar owned by Evan’s friend, Samuel.
A jolt of clarity shot through me. The script was still playing out.
Inside, Evan was the center of attention, Faye nestled in his arm. He didn’t seem surprised to see me at all. A mocking smile touc-
hed his lips, just as I knew it would.
“Miss Rhea, is it? They tell me you’re the one I saved,”
“That’s right,” I nodded.
His brow furrowed. They also said you intended to repay my kindness with… yourself. I didn’t quite believe it at first.” He sneered.” But seeing as you’ve gone to such lengths to track me down here, you can’t blame me for being blunt.”
He shot to his feet, looking down at me, the disdain in his eyes undisguised.
Listen closely, Miss Rhea. You don’t have to repay me for saving your life, but you can’t repay my kindness with this kind of twisted
obsession
He bit off each word, his face a mask of frost. “Do I make myself clear?
It was identical to my last life. Even the wounding words were the same, word for word.
