sad.”
The moment Owen dragged me over, Luca jumped down from the bed, rushed at me, and struck me in the stomach with his fists
and feet.
“You wicked woman! It’s all your fault! Mom doesn’t want to marry Dad anymore because of you! Why don’t you just die?”
No mother could bear to hear such words from their son. My heart twisted in agony.
Owen stopped Luca, his face dark with anger. He turned to me and said, “Shannon, Vivian was so upset with you that she tore up
her wedding dress. Now she has nothing to wear for her wedding.
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“Weren’t you an apprentice of an embroidery expert? Make her a traditional wedding dress, and she’ll forgive you.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Owen, didn’t you claim that you remembered nothing? How do you know that I was trained in
embroidery?”
A flicker of panic crossed his face. “I heard it from others.”
I stared into his eyes, wanting to ask if he had also heard that I could no longer hold a needle.
Embroidery was intricate. It required perfect coordination between the mind, eyes, and hands.
Years ago, when I saved Owen from drowning, my eye was struck by a rock at the bottom of the river.
From that day on, my left eye’s vision deteriorated to the point of near blindness. The doctor told me that if I insisted on
continuing embroidery, I would eventually go completely blind in that eye.
At the time, a high–ranking official pressured me to embroider a gown for his wife.
Owen took a considerable risk to refuse on my behalf. He was thrown into prison and tortured, yet he never gave in.
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When he was finally released, he held me tightly, his eyes red with emotion, and swore that he would never let anything harm my
eyes again.
Yet, he was now forcing me to embroider a wedding dress for Vivian.
I felt utterly defeated. “I haven’t embroidered in years. I won’t be able to do it. Find someone else.”
My fever had just broken, and my body still felt weak. I turned to leave after saying this.
Before I could leave, Owen grabbed my arm. He frowned. “How dare you refuse! Vivian saved your life, and you won’t even make
her a wedding dress? How do you expect me to believe that I ever loved you?”
It was that sentence again. Whenever I tried to trigger his memories, he would say that he couldn’t believe that he had ever loved
- me.
I would try to convince him each time, telling him how deeply we loved each other and how much I adored him. But this time, I
didn’t want to say anything anymore.
“Maybe you really never loved me.” My voice was cold. “Owen, the person you love is Vivian. I was the one being delusional.”
Owen’s expression darkened. He stared at me in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing across his eyes.
A second later, it was replaced by mockery. “Is this your new trick? Are you playing hard to get?”
I was just about to shake my head when he tightened his grip on my arm until it hurt. “No matter what you try, I won’t go easy on
you. You will make that wedding dress whether you want to or not. Don’t forget that you spent three years in a coma, living off
my money. You owe me.”
I was momentarily speechless.
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I was pregnant with Luca too soon. At the time, Owen wanted to marry me, but I didn’t want to hold a wedding while pregnant.
We planned to register our marriage since we wouldn’t have a wedding.
But on the day we were supposed to go to the city hall, we got into an accident.
A van lost control and headed straight for us. In that split second before impact, I instinctively shielded Owen with my own body.
So, even though we had a three–year–old child together, we were never legally married.
In that sense, Owen had no obligation to pay for my medical expenses.
He smirked in satisfaction when he saw me hesitate. He bent down and asked, “Well, Shannon? Will you pay me back the money
or make the wedding dress?”
Thinking about the astronomical medical costs, I clenched my teeth. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
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