Amnesia Made Me Mistake My Nemesis for My Husband

After losing my memory, I mistakenly thought my sworn enemy was my husband.

I even moved into his house.

On the day I regained my memory, I was tugging at his sleeve, asking for a kiss.

As memories flooded back, I froze, about to run away.

But he, usually cold and aloof, frowned and leaned down to kiss me, saying resignedly:

"There, now will you stay put at home?"

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Before regaining my memory, I thought Liam Winters was the best husband in the world.

I loved him to death.

I'd cry if I couldn't see him for even a second.