Part 1Amnesia Was the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me

My best friend wouldn't stop nagging me, listing out every pathetic, desperate thing I had done while chasing Tristan Vance.

"You gave him your entire heart," she said, exasperated. "And he treated you like a piece of furniture."

Finally, she sighed, poking me hard in the forehead. "Please tell me you're done running after him like a lost puppy!"

I hesitated for a moment, genuinely confused, and asked, "Who is Tristan Vance?"

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The moment the words left my mouth, the hospital door creaked open.

A man in a crisp white button-down and tailored trousers stood in the doorway. He had a lean, sharp build. With his fine features and gold-rimmed glasses, he radiated an aloof, old-money elegance.

My best friend, Harper, let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. "Mr. Vance! You actually found the time to visit?"

She then shifted her gaze to the woman trailing right behind him.

"Oh, and Miss Blake is here too? Makes sense. Our Stella almost died saving Tristan, which means she practically saved you too, Serena. You definitely owe her a 'thank you', don't you think?" Harper sneered. "Your timing is impeccable. If you came any later, Stella might have already been discharged."

Amidst the verbal crossfire, I turned my attention to this "Miss Blake."

She was wearing a blush-pink skirt suit, her chestnut hair half-pinned up in a chic, elegant style. Even after hearing Harper’s heavily veiled sarcasm, her expression didn't change. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

"I came specifically to thank Stella. I heard she's being discharged? Her injuries must not be too serious, then."