After I Lost My Memory Trying to Kill My Nemesis, My Husband Went Crazy with Regret
Chapter 1
I thought I had found my light in the darkness, but it turned out to be just another illusion.
On the day of my daughter's one-month celebration, James' adopted sister Amy set fire to the nursery.
I rushed into the inferno, suffering severe burns all over my body, but my little Daisy still died from respiratory failure.
My husband Zack wasn't even sad. Instead, he helped Amy destroy all the evidence and locked me up at home.
In my despair, Zack's older brother James broke down the door to rescue me and held a grand funeral for my daughter.
At Daisy's graveside, James solemnly proposed to me.
I accepted.
For three years after our marriage, James took care of me in every way. No matter how busy he was, he always personally accompanied me to therapy sessions.
Until one day, I woke up early from hypnosis and overheard his conversation with the therapist.
"Sir, your wife's memories of her daughter's death are too deeply ingrained. If we continue with hypnosis, she might become confused and end up mentally impaired!"
"I don't care if Lily becomes an idiot. You just need to make her forget that Amy is the one who killed her daughter. That's the only way Amy and my brother's wedding can go perfectly."
"Once Lily loses her memory, I'll give her another child to make up for it."
Tears silently rolled down my face.
So all that attentive care I thought I was receiving was just his way of deceiving me.
Making my daughter's killer happy was his life's goal.
If that's the case, I'll just leave.