Part 1Forgotten Vows: The Eight-Year Gap

Just as Dominic and I were about to finalize our divorce, he got into a car accident and lost his memory.

His mind is stuck eight years in the past.

Eight years ago—back when he loved me most.

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Dominic stared at me with a heavy, searching gaze. "Elena," he asked, his voice low, "tell me the truth. Do you want this divorce because you’ve fallen for someone else?"

I let out a tired sigh. Faced with his interrogation, I could only meet him with silence.

He had forgotten.

The one who had spent every waking hour scheming for a divorce wasn't me.

The one who had fallen for someone else wasn't me either.

It was him.

But the Dominic sitting in that hospital bed couldn't believe he was capable of such a thing. To him, the idea was a bad joke, a piece of nonsensical fiction. He sat there, eyes shifting from Caleb—his best friend standing beside me—back to me. He let out a cold, cynical laugh.

"Are you two in this together? Is this some kind of twisted prank to mess with my head?"

The accident had caused a hematoma that pressed against his nerves, resulting in transient retrograde amnesia.

He had lost every single memory of the last eight years.

Eight years ago, we had just graduated. I had stayed by his side while he built his startup from nothing, sharing every hardship. Back then, his world began and ended with me.

If you had told the Dominic of eight years ago that he would eventually love another woman, he wouldn't have believed you.

To be honest, the Elena of eight years ago wouldn't have believed it either.