Chapter 1

My name is Cynthia Johansson. After my husband Zane Knowles lost his memory, he demanded I leave our marriage with nothing, citing his mistress Camilla Fox's pregnancy as the reason.

I agreed.

After he regained his memory, he chased me to a foreign country, begging for reconciliation.

But by then, I had long lost all feelings for him.

Because I, too, had recovered the memories I had lost.

"Sign your name. Camy is pregnant, and I need to divorce you."

Across the table sat the man I had loved for seven years—Zane, the primary heir of Knowles Group.

And I was his wife.

"Zane, think this through," urged the woman beside him, his mother, Mary Knowles. "You'll regret this once your memory returns."

That was right—Zane had lost his memory.

Three years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, he had driven to the supermarket to buy ingredients, saying he wanted to cook me a grand meal himself, just like he did when we were dating.

But he never came back. The day after I reported him missing, the hospital called to inform me that Zane had been in a car accident.

When I rushed there, I found Zane gazing tenderly at the girl who had saved him.

Then, the doctor told me Zane had lost his memory.

His memories had reset to three years prior—just one day before we first met.

He didn't remember that I was the woman he had pursued for two years. Worse, he had fallen madly in love with the girl who brought him to the hospital.

The day after he was discharged, he asked me for a divorce. The look in his eyes was as serious as when he had confessed his love and promised to cherish me forever. It felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

I refused. I couldn't let go of what we had.

So he moved out.

Over the next three years, I heard countless stories of Zane's reckless devotion to that girl. After all, Knowles Group was influential, and Zane himself was handsome and accomplished.

But more than that—many of those grand gestures were things he had never done for me.