Twenty Hours Before My Wedding, My Fiancé Forgot Me
Twenty hours before the wedding, my fiancé, Edward Ashford, was involved in a serious car accident, suffering severe head trauma that left him with temporary amnesia.
When he woke up, his memories stopped seven years in the past, when he and his ex-lover, Adeline Beaumont, had been deeply in love.
And me? To him, I was nothing more than a stranger.
I tried desperately to find a way to help Edward remember the five years we had spent together, but all I received in return was his cold distance. Instead, he indulged Adeline, allowing her to move into our mansion and giving her the position of vice president that should have belonged to me.
My heart ached as it was crushed into pieces, yet I still refused to give up.
Until one night, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Edward and his stepbrother, Christian Ashford.
“Aurora was nothing more than a nuisance, a burden.”
Edward clicked his tongue, a trace of disdain flashing across his eyes.
“If you can seduce her and make her stop bothering me, I’ll give you one million dollars.”
At that moment, my love for Edward died completely. So, I stopped appearing before him to salvage a relationship that had already died.
Later, just as Edward had wanted, I accepted Christian’s confession and became his wife.
However, after Edward regained his memories, he went almost mad searching for me, begging me to come back.
“Aurora, how could you give up on the five years of love we shared? I only said those hurtful things because I had lost my memory..."
Edward collapsed to his knees in tears.
“Please forgive me. I remember everything right now, and regret it so much..."
I stepped backward, keeping my distance from Edward with an icy expression.
So what if he remembered?
The wounds he had inflicted on me could no longer be healed.
