Chapter 3

"Aiden, what did you want me for?"

"Scarlett Song, come here and pick out a suitable pair of dance shoes for my date."

I froze in place, the smile on my face instantly stiffening as my gaze fell on the broken heel of the woman in Aiden's arms.

I looked at Aiden in shock. "Aiden..."

Aiden didn't look at me. The woman gave me a challenging look. "Then please hurry, Miss Song. After all, I need to dance with Mr. Foster tonight."

I went back to the changing room. All the women's shoes there were size 7, my shoe size.

If Aiden had completely forgotten me, why would the changing room in his house be full of clothes and shoes that fit me perfectly?

Aiden must still remember me!

He's only treating me like this because he lost his memory.

I took a pair of high heels that matched her dress and brought them over.

"Help her put them on."

Aiden held the woman tightly in his arms. He lifted her chin and kissed her right in front of me.

The impact of this scene was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all the beautiful fantasies in my heart.

I felt like an outsider, only able to watch helplessly as my boyfriend and another woman...

But I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart. Maybe he was just acting on impulse. If he could look at me now, if he could notice the hurt in my eyes, if he could see my feelings for him, wouldn't he stop being so cruel to me?

But reality is cruel.

He and that woman were inseparable, not sparing me a single glance.

I walked up to them, crouched down, and lowered my head. Tears welled up in my eyes, dropping onto the surface of the high heels.

I put the shoes on Aiden's date.

Aiden's date, her face flushed and lipstick slightly smeared, nestled in Aiden's arms and giggled, "Mr. Foster, Miss Song is so obedient!"

Hearing the whispers and mocking laughter of the people around, I felt my dignity completely trampled underfoot. Along with this, waves of pain from my stomach swept through my entire body.

The party was about to start. I didn't want to stay and watch Aiden be intimate with someone else, so I found him and said, "Aiden, I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home now. Have a good time."

"Wait a moment." Aiden stopped me and walked towards his study.

I stood there, confused, waiting for him.

Aiden's date looked at me with contempt in her eyes. "You should have some self-respect. Mr. Foster doesn't like you anymore. What's the point of clinging to him?"

I gave her a cold look. "My relationship with Aiden is not something a passing fling like you can comment on."

Aiden came back with a somewhat worn book and handed it to me. "Take this book. Don't take up my space anymore!"

It was the sequel to "Blooming Dreams" called "Shores of Passion." This novel was a rare edition, with only a few copies left in the world. It was something I had always wanted.

I hugged the book to my chest and looked at Aiden gratefully.

"Aiden, so you still remember..."

I was about to say that he still remembered I liked this book, but Aiden's date interrupted, "Mr. Foster, Miss Song insulted me while you were gone..."

Aiden furrowed his brows and looked at his date with concern. "Scarlett Song, if you're leaving, then hurry up. Stop being a nuisance!"

Seeing Aiden like this, I turned and left, dejected.

I kept comforting myself in my heart, maybe next time, next time he would remember me, remember all those beautiful memories we once shared.

But I didn't know how much longer I could keep up this self-deception.