Girlfriend Fakes Amnesia Just to Dump Me and Brings Her New Boyfriend Home on the Very Day

After the breakup, I returned home to pack up my belongings.

The person who opened the door wasn't Aria, but a young man I didn't recognize.

He was wearing loose-fitting loungewear, and the scent of shower gel lingered on him.

Anyone could tell at a glance that he was the owner of this place.

He paused for a moment, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes, but he still pretended to be confused and asked, "Excuse me, who are you? Is there something I can help you with?"

"I'm here to collect my things," I replied, unable to suppress a sigh as the words left my mouth.