Chapter 1

Rumors were swirling through high society that the Song family's eldest daughter had gone mad. The once proud rose had now become Aiden Foster's lapdog.

With just one phone call from him, I would rush to his side, even if it meant delivering condoms for him and another woman.

I would sprint there, even if I got into a car accident on the way and ended up bloodied and bruised. I would still make it to his side as quickly as possible.

All just to make him remember me.

The last thing he said to me was: "Disgusting."

In the end, I couldn't wait for Aiden Foster to remember me.

I sat on the window sill, staring blankly outside, clutching the diagnosis paper tightly in my hand.

Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Seeing "Aiden" flashing on the screen, tears welled up in my eyes.

I gripped the phone tightly as I answered, my fingertips turning white from the pressure, as if holding on tighter could grasp that fleeting, intangible hope.

"Bring a box of condoms to room 1908 at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel."

Aiden's voice came through the phone, his tone icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

A stabbing pain gnawed at my stomach, and my hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.

"Okay," I responded with a bitter smile.

Maybe this time he would remember me?

I forced myself to ignore the churning in my stomach and dragged my heavy legs out the door, stumbling as I went.

Each step I took required all the strength I had left.

And with each step, my heart was torn into even smaller pieces.

As I crossed the street, my vision blurred from the pain in my stomach.

The noise from the surrounding traffic became muffled until a sharp, piercing screech of brakes suddenly rang out.

Then, a tremendous force knocked me to the ground.

Everything went black in an instant.

Warm blood trickled down my cheeks, and I was terrified.

A year ago, Aiden had also been knocked unconscious by a car, and when he woke up, he had forgotten me.

No, I can't forget Aiden!

I trembled as I pushed myself up from the ground, struggling to stand.

I wiped the blood from my face with a shaky hand. Everything was a blur of red, and I could barely make out the outline of a car nearby.

Stumbling on unsteady feet, like a soulless puppet, I hailed a cab and weakly gave the hotel address.

At that moment, my heart was numb, left only with deep pain and that ridiculous obsession.

When I appeared at the door of the hotel room Aiden had mentioned, looking utterly disheveled, the door was ajar, and I could hear a woman's coy laughter from inside.

I took a deep breath, steadying my swaying form, and pushed the door open with trembling hands.

I didn't have the courage to walk in, so I just stood in the entryway and called out weakly, "Aiden..."

Aiden got up from the woman, and when he saw me, his brows furrowed into a knot, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"What took you so long?"

He carelessly tossed a red bill at me like he was throwing away trash, impatiently urging, "Stand outside, don't dirty the place!"

At that moment, my heart was shattered by Aiden's cruel words.

I stepped back with tears in my eyes, standing outside the door. My voice trembled, carrying a hint of pathetic hope as I asked, "Aiden, do you... really not remember who I am?"

"Well, if it isn't Scarlett Song, the top socialite!"

The woman in the room came out wearing a sexy, fiery red dress. She looked at me with contempt and said, "Why have you made yourself look like this? It's quite frightening!"

She then pretended to be scared and threw herself into Aiden's arms.

This woman wasn't the same one who had been with Aiden last time, but they shared one thing in common – she was also wearing my favorite red dress.

It seemed Aiden had changed women again, but she was just another shadow of me.

"Aiden, you're with her, but you must still love me, right?"

Why else would every new girlfriend be a reflection of me?

Aiden frowned impatiently, as if shooing away an annoying fly. "Leave quickly, you're an eyesore."

He then wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and walked back inside, lowering his head to kiss her ear. "Baby, let's get down to business."

He spoke loudly enough for me to hear. I knew he was saying it for my benefit.

Even though he humiliated me like this, I still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that next time, maybe next time he would remember me.