At first glance, everything at home seemed normal. It was as if we had lived together for a long time. However, something felt off.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I suspected that Owen must have done something.
I found my phone and contacted my old friends.
They all said that they didn’t know much about my past–only that I had been madly in love with Owen.
I shook my head. “That’s impossible. How could I ever love him?”
When Owen overheard this, the pain etched on his face was unmistakable. It was as if a knife had pierced straight into his heart,
leaving him unable even to force a smile.
Day after day, he surrounded me with his love, wearing down my resistance. In the end, I softened. I agreed to his request that we
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register our marriage first and then continue trying to recover my memories.
That night, Owen invited all our friends over.
Holding my hand before everyone, he declared, “I will love Shannon for the rest of my life. I will never leave her.”
It was a profoundly affectionate vow spoken by someone who supposedly loved me dearly. But I felt nothing
That night, Owen was overjoyed and drank heavily. As I helped him upstairs, I tripped and fell to the floor.
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He took the opportunity to pull me into his arms, his warm breath brushing against my neck. “Shannon, we can finally be
together. I won’t let you go this time.”
My expression shifted from shyness to cold indifference. Then, I pushed him away, got up, and left.
The following day, Owen woke up to see me packing my suitcase. Panic flickered in his eyes as he rushed over. “Shannon, are you
going somewhere? Don’t forget that today is the day we register our marriage.”
I looked at him coldly and said, “Owen, I don’t want to marry you!”
His face turned pale. “Shannon, have you… remembered?”
I didn’t answer.
His eyes lit up with excitement. “You remembered, didn’t you? That’s great! If you remember everything, why won’t you marry
me?”
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