Vivian started crying. She said, “Owen, since the wedding dress is already ruined, let’s not get married. I’ll return you to her.”
He reassured her, his tone gentle. “I’m yours.”
He held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, his gaze filled with devotion.
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I had seen that look before. A long time ago, he had looked at me the same way. The weight of the realization crushed me.
I forced myself to speak. “I didn’t ruin the wedding dress. She did it herself.”
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Owen’s eyes burned with fury. “Do you think I would believe you? You’re the cruelest woman I’ve ever met. You will fix the
wedding dress before the wedding.”
There were only two days left until their wedding.
I said truthfully, “I can’t repair it. Find someone else.”
Owen’s expression darkened. Before he could bring up money, I said, “I’ll pay you back.”
I had saved up some money, originally intending to leave it for Luca before I completely lost my memories. But now, that was no
longer an option. Nevertheless, I figured that I could still earn more since I was young.
While I was lost in thought, Owen snapped. He grabbed the scissors and started cutting apart the rest of the embroidered pieces in
the cabinet.
I screamed, “Owen, stop! You’re insane!”
But he didn’t stop. As if possessed, he shredded everything.
My heart shattered alongside the ruined fabric. These weren’t just my works but also my mentor’s finest pieces. Each one was a
masterpiece.
More than that, she had passed away years ago. Before she died, I had promised to preserve these works.
I tried to grab his hand, only for him to shove me away again and again.
Finally, he pulled out a wedding dress from the deepest part of the cabinet and coldly demanded, “Will you fix the wedding dress
before the ceremony or not?”
That dress–it was the last thing my mentor had left me. She had once said that she wanted to see me wear it on my wedding day.
I had once worn it and showed it to Owen for fun, and that night, we conceived our child.
I could no longer refuse when he held the scissors over it. “I’ll fix the wedding dress. Just don’t touch that dress.”
A smirk appeared on his lips as he tucked the dress under his arm. “When you bring me Vivian’s wedding dress, I’ll return this to
you.”
He turned to leave, pulling Vivian along.
I slumped to the floor, calling out to him one last time, “Owen.”
He hesitated, glancing back.
“Do you really remember nothing? I haven’t slept for five days to finish this dress. If I keep going, my hands will be ruined, and I’ll go blind. Does that mean nothing to you?”
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I looked at the man who I loved and hated. This was his last chance. If he admitted that he was only pretending to have amnesia, I
would tell him everything.
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face. His eyes softened. “Shannon, I—”
But before he could finish speaking, Vivian collapsed against him. “Owen, I don’t feel well.”
He immediately forgot about me and scooped her up in his arms. “Vivian, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
He cast one last glance at me when he reached the door, his voice dripping with disgust. “Stop pretending. Vivian already told me
that your health has fully recovered. I won’t fall for it.”
The door slammed shut behind them. With it, my last shred of hope disappeared through the doorway along with Owen.
I sat motionless until I picked up the shredded wedding dress. Calling this a repair was a joke. I was practically remaking it from
scratch.
Time was tight. Every second counted.
My vision was gone. My fingers, pierced over and over, were so torn and bloody that I could hardly hold the needle. I told myself
repeatedly that I had to finish it and get my mentor’s dress back.
By the end of another sleepless day and night, a new wedding dress lay before me.
As I stitched the final thread, all my strength drained away. I collapsed onto the table, my mind buzzing.
At the same time, something inside me was slipping away. I couldn’t remember what it was.
I didn’t know how much time passed before someone shook me awake.
Someone called out anxiously, “Shannon, are you okay?”
I looked up at the stranger, blinking in confusion. “Who are you?”
After a long silence, I asked, “Who is
Shannon?”
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