Memories of a Dying Love

Three years after our divorce, my ex-wife was in a car accident and lost her memory, reverting to when she was eighteen and loved me the most.

She coldly rejected the other woman she once adored, ignored the humiliation and hurt she had caused me, and stubbornly insisted on moving into my house despite my indifference. She clung to me, acting sweet and expressing her love.

I played along, watching coldly as she fell deeper.

Until later, when she regained her memory and tearfully begged me on her knees to remarry her.

Little did she know, thanks to her, I was dying.