Chapter 1
On the eve of our wedding, Tristan Vale fell to his death.
Everyone assumed that, given how deeply I had loved him, I would follow him in death. But I didn’t shed a single tear.
Three years later, I met him again.
He had not only come back from the dead–he had lost his memory.
“So you’re the fiancée 1 supposedly had? Haven’t seen you in years, and now you look so shabby? Out of old times” sake, I can spire one day a week for
you to serve me.”
I didn’t even spare him a glance
Tristan didn’t know that on the night he fell, I received a video.
Even more so, he had no idea that during the three years he spent faking amnesia and traveling the world with Vanessa Quinn–1 got married.
And my husband is his elder brother.
Inside the private room, no one noticed I was already standing by the door.
Someone suddenly brought me up in conversation.
“Tristan, it’s been three years. What are you planning to do about Elena?”
Tristan said indifferently, “It’s been three years–what’s the rush? I’ll deal with it after I marry Vanessa”
The room burst into chuckles.
*If you ask me, that woman Elena really is shameless. Bet she’ll be shocked stupid when she sees Tristan again!
“Heard she’s been living in misery all these years. Figures–without Tristan, her life’s gone straight down the drain.”
Their mockery hung in the air–thick, unrestrained, and belmming with mirth
I was just about to leave when someone spotted me and shouted,
Suddenly, all eyes turned on me.
“Elenal?”
The ones who had just been laughing so gleefully now scratched their heads awkwardly, trying to smooth things over.
“Elena, we didn’t tell you Tristan was alive because he lost his memory–we didn’t want to upset you.”
I glanced at them with disgust. Before I could say anything, Tristan g
I gave me a once–over from head to toe.
“So you’re my ex–fiancée? Why do you look so pathetic? Heard your life’s been a total mess since I was gone?”
He was still as
las arrogant as ever.
But I no longer had the patience I once did. Now, all I felt when 1 looked at him
was overwhelming disgust.
Seeing me silent, Tristan didn’t get angry. He lazily wrapped an arm around Vanessa, twirling his finger on her lips.
Vanessa giggled and caught his hand, casting a provocative look in my direction.
“Elena, it’s been three years–how did you end up like this? No wonder Tristan forgot you. Looking like that, who’d even remember you?”
My fingers curled into fists before I even realized–disgust tightening every muscle. Their shameless display sickened me
But Tristan mistook my reaction for jealousy, and looked rather smug
“Relax, no need to be so possessive. If you still want to be with me, you’ll need to get used to this dynamic. Don’t worry–I’ll give you one day a week” At that, the people around me swarmed closer, jeering gleefully.
* Elena, you see? Tristan still has a soft spot for you. Even with amnesia, he saved a day a week just for you!*
“As long as you serve Tristan and Vanessa well, won’t that be better than your current miserable life? Look at you–living like a beggar. Time to seize this
Vanessa lounged on the couch, her long legs lazily propped on the coffee table, body pressed tightly against Tristan.
She clicked her tongue.
