I really did have the car accident, and my memory loss was real.
But the second week after waking up, I remembered everything.
At that time, Camryn was sitting on the sofa by my hospital bed, coldly peeling an apple for me.
Seeing me stare blankly at him, he mocked, "Is your brain malfunctioning again? You look like a fool."
But his hands never stopped moving.
I suddenly felt like crying.
Camryn never touched anything unless it was for a specific reason. He never ate apples.
But I loved them, and back then, I would tease him into peeling them for me. Even though he'd grumble and complain, he learned how to peel apples like a pro.
I liked Camryn, and he liked me too—just a little bit.
We had naturally gotten engaged, and both families were satisfied.
But how did we get here?
The moment I was struck by the speeding car, my mind was flooded with flashes of the past.
The excitement of cheering for him at the court, Camryn gently placing an earring on my ear, and the way his ears flushed red when he found out we were getting engaged.
Finally, it stopped on the day of our engagement, in the lounge.
Camryn's best friend had asked, "After all these years, aren't you going to wait?"
After a long silence, I heard Camryn's cold voice, "I'm not waiting anymore."
Waiting for what? My heart leaped in my chest, and then I heard the answer.
"Corinne Proctor is returning to the country tomorrow, Camryn, hey."
He stopped himself, and the room was filled with silence.
I stumbled out, my chest burning with anger and disappointment, almost ready to explode.
The name Corinne was familiar to me—she was the adopted daughter of the Camryn family. She had been sick for many years and lived abroad for treatment. Camryn never mentioned her in front of me, and I always thought their relationship was strained.
But it turned out that it wasn't strained—it was buried deep in his heart, something unspoken.
What does this mean? Why was he pulling this on me now?
What was I to him? Was I just the wife who was forced into the marriage and put on display?
I, Ashley, was born with everything I could ever need—parents, a powerful brother. Even if I had to marry, it would be for love.
But I loved the wrong person. I misjudged everything.
Why should I be Camryn's second choice?
I pushed through the laughter and bustling crowds, and the magnificent scenery around me felt so ironic. It was suffocating.
Later, I ran away from the wedding and kept my silence with everyone.
What could I say? If I told everyone I had fallen for Camryn, but he had someone else in his heart, and I had been kept in the dark, played like a fool, they'd think I was crazy.
Ashley's dignity wouldn't allow anyone to know.
I knew Camryn would never end up with Corinne, and that made me look down on him even more.
I hated Camryn. When he was unhappy, I felt happy.
Why? Why was I the only one who got hurt?
So, I chased after Blaise, making sure everyone knew I'd rather be with someone who didn't like me than marry Camryn.
I was the one who rejected him first.
I didn't want anyone to know that Camryn didn't love me.
How laughable my pride was.
In the last moment before I lost consciousness, I realized how pitiful my so-called pride and stubbornness really were.
When I woke up, I had forgotten everything.
In my subconscious, Camryn was still my husband.
The brief peace between us made me feel so happy, so calm.
As my memory returned, the apple Camryn fed me felt like nectar, clearing my thoughts.
That day, their conversation was somewhat ambiguous. But I had been blinded by anger, making so many irreversible mistakes.
I belatedly thought, if Camryn truly had feelings for Corinne, he could have gone abroad with her after the engagement drama, even if it meant pretending to be siblings.
But he didn't. Even Corinne hadn't returned to the country; she had stayed abroad.
The day I drunkenly entered the banquet hall with Blaise, Camryn nearly set East Street on fire with his rage. My brother had to drag me home, and I didn't even realize the sheer desperation and pain Camryn was feeling from his rage.
Later, I don't know what my brother said, but Camryn spared me and never spoke another word to me.
The cooperation between the Pollard and Camryn families was cut off, and my brother left the country. He didn't blame me, just told me to reflect properly.
I had done something wrong.
Everything was irreparable.
Until I lost my memory.
