Part 1After The Crash, Three Men Said They Loved Me

After losing my memory in a car accident, three men came to visit me in the hospital.

The one who arrived at ten claimed to be my boyfriend, a rebellious singer.

The one who arrived at noon claimed to be my fiancé, the icy boss who had worked me to death when I first entered the workforce.

The one who arrived at two claimed to be my husband, a gentle upperclassman I had secretly loved since middle school, freshly back from a business trip.

The woman in the next bed was just as bewildered as I was.

But neither of us said a word.

Who exactly was lying?

Who was my real lover?

Did deceiving an honest person really amuse them?

* * *

When I woke up after the accident, I remembered only that I had just finished high school and was about to start college.

But everything around me said I was five years in the future.

I watched the man sitting in front of me without giving anything away. He was peeling a peach for me.

At the same time, he was telling me about his work schedule.

“I have to record a new song this month, plus a few concerts. I won’t be able to spend much time with you.”

He was incredibly handsome.

His young, beautiful face had a rebellious charm.

A diamond stud glittered in his left ear, and his close-cropped hair made his features look even sharper.

The moment he arrived, he hugged me.

Then he kissed my cheek.

Naturally.

So I decided he was my boyfriend.