My boyfriend has forgotten everything about me
Every day I cried until my eyes were red and swollen, praying he would remember our past.
Yet he tenderly took his first love Emilia Sanders' hand and told me that Emilia was the only true love of his life.
On the day of his wedding to Emilia, I stood before him in a wedding dress, asking him one last time if he could remember me.
However, his noble and stern face was filled with disdain as he said coldly, "Audrey, do you know how disgusting it is that you keep pestering me like this?"
I was dragged out by security amid everyone's mocking laughter.
Completely heartbroken, I chose to go abroad to pursue scientific research.
I thought I would never cross paths with him again in this lifetime.
But on the very day I left, he recovered all his memories.
*****
[Today is Eman and my wedding. I hope you can attend.]
Looking at the words on the invitation, I smiled bitterly.
The groom was Eman, the bride was Emilia.
But who could have imagined that just a month ago, Eman was still my boyfriend.
Because of a sudden car accident, he lost his memory.
He forgot me, but somehow only remembered that Emilia was his first love whom he loved but couldn't have.
I stayed at the hospital caring for him day and night for seven whole days.
But the first thing he did when he woke up was call Emilia to tell her he had always loved her deeply.
For the past month, I've been like a fool, doing everything I could to awaken his memory. I desperately recreated all the familiar scenes from our past, even begged Eman's parents to explain our relationship to him.
In the end, all I got was Eman's cold warning: "If you continue using these despicable tactics to disturb my girlfriend and my life, I'll consider taking legal action against you."
I asked the doctor in anguish, "Is this kind of memory loss really irreversible?"
The doctor just shook his head regretfully, telling me everything was up to fate.
But we had loved each other for three whole years, sharing over a thousand days and nights together. How could I just let go?
We had already met each other's parents, gotten engaged, and even chosen our wedding dress.
Yet he personally told me he was going to marry someone else.
How could I find peace with that?
I clutched my head in pain, trying to convince myself this was all just an illusion.
But my phone kept vibrating, constantly reminding me of reality's existence.
I mechanically opened the chat window to find a screen full of congratulatory messages.
To announce his love for Emilia to everyone, Eman had made a grand spectacle of telling everyone around him about the wedding—everyone except me, his ex-girlfriend.
I had apparently become an unspeakable stain in his life, something to be avoided at all costs.
If Emilia hadn't personally sent me that invitation, I wouldn't have even known they were getting married today.
The bridal shop clerk called: "Miss, the wedding dress you and your husband custom-ordered last month is ready. Is it convenient for you to pick it up now?"
I held the phone in a daze for a long time. Just as I was about to refuse, I remembered that it was the wedding dress Eman had personally chosen for me.
In my moment of near despair, a glimmer of hope quietly emerged.
If I wore this wedding dress to see him, would he remember me again?
?
The answer was no.
When I walked into the wedding hall, the pastor was reading the vows to the bride and groom.
Seeing me dressed up in full wedding attire, people around me cast puzzled and strange looks in my direction.
A flicker of panic crossed Emilia's face, but after noticing Eman's increasingly cold expression, her eyes turned mocking.
I stopped in front of Eman, and before I could even speak, he furiously tore off my veil and threw it hard on the ground.
He said, "Audrey, do you know that today is the most important day of my life? You deliberately dressed like this to disgust me, didn't you?
"Or are you still clinging to those unrealistic fantasies, thinking I'm still your boyfriend?
"Well, let me tell you—that will never happen in this lifetime!"
I was so stung by these vicious words that I couldn't speak. I wanted to explain, but suddenly realized that in everyone else's eyes, I looked like a homewrecker trying to break up someone's marriage.
Eman waved his hand, and several security guards immediately stepped forward to forcibly escort me away.
As I struggled, I saw Eman tenderly pull Emilia into his arms, gently comforting her.
I finally understood that Eman would never remember me again, and would never love me again.
Wearing the heavy wedding dress, I was thrown out of the hotel.
Because of Eman's rough handling earlier, my hair was disheveled and messy.
Winter had just passed, and though it should have been the warm spring season with blooming flowers, fine snow began to fall outside.
I sat on a stone bench by the roadside and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Only when I was exhausted from crying did I notice a black umbrella above my head.
The man holding the umbrella asked nervously and awkwardly, "Miss, do you need help?"
I mechanically shook my head, but still managed to croak out a thank you.
Hearing my voice, he seemed startled.
He frantically shoved the umbrella into my hands, threw down a coat, and fled in panic.
I sighed helplessly.
The grief I had just suppressed began to spread again.
Looking so pathetic now, even strangers avoided me.
My phone had automatically shut down from the cold temperature on the road.
After returning home and plugging it in, I discovered my phone screen was full of messages from others.
Friends called one after another.
[Audrey, what's this about Emilia saying you interfered with her and Eman's marriage? Isn't Eman your boyfriend?]
[The video of you crashing the wedding has been posted online, and everyone's cursing you out. Please text me back!]
I collapsed exhausted on the sofa, but when I saw these messages, I was surprisingly calm.
After collecting myself, I replied to my friend: [We broke up a month ago.]
My friend was shocked. [But didn't you two get engaged before? This...]
I replied: [It's all in the past. I'll clarify this matter.]
I found Eman's post on Twitter, and the comment section was already flooded with people cursing me out.
I left a comment below apologizing and explaining that for the past month, it had all been my wishful thinking trying to win him back.
[I hereby solemnly declare that I will never disturb Eman and Emilia's life in any way from now on.]
After typing out this statement word by word, I deactivated my social media accounts.
This way, I could at least face my former lover with a clear conscience.
My friend called frantically asking, "Do you know how much cyberbullying you'll face by doing this?
"Emilia is already a somewhat famous influencer. Don't you know how terrifying influencer fans can be?"
I just smiled and answered, "I know."
I was afraid of cyberbullying too.
But what I feared more was the version of myself that I could never get back.
When news broke that I, the mistress, had voluntarily apologized, the internet exploded with outrage.
Netizens launched a crusade to "bring me down," even starting to doxx my personal information.
I anxiously scrolled through wave after wave of vicious comments.
I'd already switched phone cards several times, yet I kept receiving malicious texts from unknown numbers—one wave after another, impossible to defend against.
Just when I was nearly drowning in despair, my advisor Alivia Graham called me.
I answered the phone with dread, expecting Alivia to condemn me like everyone else, to tell me I wasn't worthy of being her student.
But to my surprise, Alivia's voice was filled with concern and heartache from the moment she spoke.
She said, "Audrey, I know what kind of person you are. We all saw how things were when you and Eman were dating. That bastard doesn't deserve your tears over what he's done now.
"I'm only going to ask you one thing—if you're willing, I'll take you to Germany to our research lab immediately. You can focus on your research and forget about that bastard Eman."
I listened to Alivia's words with overwhelming gratitude and agreed without hesitation.
Her excitement was immediate: "Wonderful! Having a brilliant student like you who speaks four languages fluently will be a tremendous asset to our lab and our country! I'll start processing your visa right now—we leave in three days."
After hanging up, my anxious heart finally began to settle.
Just as she said, even though my reputation had hit rock bottom, once I left this place, those cyberbullies would never find me again.
With this thought, I unconsciously quickened my packing, and my mood began to lift.
When I came across photos Eman and I had taken together, a flash of nostalgia crossed my heart, but ultimately, I packed them all into a large suitcase.
I was methodically organizing my belongings, working with renewed energy, when I suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
My heart jumped as I looked toward the door with alarm, instinctively grabbing a wooden stick nearby.
Emilia walked in, and seeing the scattered items throughout the room, a flash of jealousy crossed her eyes.
She waved her hand lightly, and several burly men immediately barged in behind her.
I instantly sensed danger and quickly hid my phone behind my back, secretly pressing the power button five times.
My voice trembling, I asked her, "What do you want, coming to my home?"
Emilia dangled the keys in her hand, her smile suddenly turning twisted: "You're pretty good at handling this situation, aren't you? Apologize and then delete your account like that's the end of it, making those people online turn around and attack me instead.
"Audrey, do you think running away to another country will solve everything? Today, as Eman's girlfriend, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson!"
I looked up in terror: "I already apologized and admitted that I interfered with your relationship. The cyberbullying I've endured these past few days has been just as bad as yours..."
But Emilia standing before me had bloodshot eyes, like an unhinged maniac who couldn't hear a word I said.
The men beside her suddenly pinned me to the ground.
My phone slipped from my hand and was crushed underfoot.
Her high heels pressed down hard on my hand, grinding back and forth against the floor.
The pain nearly made me lose my voice.
She then smashed the picture frames from my suitcase one by one.
I was dragged and pressed into the scattered glass shards, my face streaked with blood, my heart desperately hoping someone would come to save me.
Time crawled by, and the entire room was filled with nothing but my screams.
Emilia pulled out her phone and took several photos of my face, her expression full of smug satisfaction: "I've cleared out this entire building. No matter how loud you scream, no one's coming to save you.
"Oh, and do you know who gave me the keys to this place?"
I trembled as I opened my eyes to look at her.
She said, "It was Eman."
?
My eyes filled with tears, blood and tears streaming down together as my body felt both numb and agonizing.
Just as those thugs began tearing at my clothes, the door was suddenly kicked open with tremendous force.
A group of uniformed police officers rushed in, quickly taking control of everyone at the scene.
I was pulled into a familiar embrace, hearing his anguished roar.
"Call an ambulance! Ambulance!"
"Audrey... you have to hold on..."
But his voice gradually faded until I couldn't hear anything clearly anymore.
When I woke up again, only Alivia sat beside my hospital bed.
Tears streaming down her face, she said, "Sweet child, we're leaving the country tonight. I've already applied for a special talent subsidy from the government for you. Once we get to Germany, they'll treat you with the best medicine available."
I vaguely remembered the man who had held me.
Just as I tried to speak, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my throat.
Alivia gripped my only intact left hand tightly, her face filled with grief and anger as she told me, "Those bastards shoved glass shards down your throat. If Caleb hadn't arrived in time, the doctor said your voice would have been completely destroyed."
Caleb... I silently memorized this name in my heart, vowing to properly thank him someday.
Just then, the hospital room door was pushed open.
I stared in surprise at the familiar features of the man walking in.
Finally, I remembered—he was the guy who had brought me an umbrella that day but got scared away.
When Alivia saw him, her furrowed brow finally relaxed.
She said, "Audrey, I don't know if you still remember him? This is Caleb Gardner, a student one year below you, and now my most outstanding student. I used to have you guide him in experiments all the time."
Only then did I understand where that sense of familiarity came from.
Caleb rubbed his hands together awkwardly, but when he saw my face covered in bandages, his eyes filled with heartache.
The doctor said I couldn't eat for 24 hours after surgery, couldn't even drink water, and could only survive on a few bottles of nutritional IV fluids.
Although Emilia had broken my right hand, fortunately I was left-handed and could still continue doing experiments.
I gestured a few times in the air with my left hand, and Alivia immediately understood, bringing over a notebook.
I wrote on the paper: [Thank you, Caleb.]
The man in front of me instantly turned red to his ears.
I wrote another sentence: [What happened to those people?]
Caleb immediately became serious again: "Don't worry, those people have been detained by the police. Since you're classified as national special talent, they'll definitely receive heavy sentences."
"As for that woman who caused you to lose your voice," a flash of ruthlessness crossed Caleb's eyes, "her family paid five million dollars in bail and got her released temporarily. But don't worry, we'll make sure she pays the price she deserves."
The incident of a national-level special talent being beaten by criminals and suffering eighth-degree disability was reported by Alivia, causing outrage among high-ranking officials.
To protect our safety, the government specially dispatched a military unit to escort our transfer.
While waiting for the private jet, Caleb was worried I'd be bored and specifically turned on the TV for me to watch some news.
The anchor had just finished introducing the nation's latest scientific research achievements when an explosive headline suddenly popped up: [Breaking News: Million-Follower Beauty Influencer Revealed as Mistress]
Before I could take a closer look, Caleb hurried in, wheeling me away: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, you should limit screen time."
Only then did I realize that as a national-level special talent, my eyes were crucial, so I quickly closed them to rest.
By the time the plane landed, I had completely forgotten about that news story.
No matter how severe the injuries, they all need time to heal. Even with consultations from world-class specialists, my right hand and vocal cords couldn't recover in the short term.
But fortunately, my left hand and eyes were uninjured.
As soon as the doctor allowed me to work, I threw myself non-stop into translating cutting-edge scientific research papers from various countries.
Only in this kind of high-intensity work could I temporarily forget the pain of the past.
However, I didn't know that I thought I would never think of Eman again.
But fate had to play a huge joke on me.
By the time Eman and his entourage rushed to New York Hospital, I had already boarded a flight to Germany.
The elderly gentleman in the hospital bed was startled by the sudden intrusion of unfamiliar young people.
Eman asked with his last glimmer of hope: "Excuse me, do you happen to know where the patient who was previously in this room went?"
However, the old man suffered from Alzheimer's disease, and all that greeted Eman was incoherent mumbling.
After making numerous inquiries at the nurses' station to no avail, Eman received the answer: the hospital had never admitted anyone by my name.
After using his personal connections to access the admission records, Eman's anxious heart finally settled.
He thought: "Just as I suspected, this woman is still the same, always playing these games."
Yet he felt inexplicably restless and irritated.
Even though he knew Audrey was deceiving him, why did his heart suddenly feel hollow and empty?
Walking out of the hospital entrance, he dismissed his bodyguards and drove aimlessly by himself.
Before he knew it, his car had stopped beside a familiar residential building.
A feeling both familiar and strange compelled him to walk upstairs.
He stopped in front of a door covered with police seals.
That familiar atmosphere made him instinctively reach for his keys, wanting to open this door.
Only then did he realize with shock: this was Audrey's home.
He broke out in a cold sweat, unable to believe it.
Why was he so familiar with the route here? He even remembered every landmark along the way clearly.
As if he had walked this path countless times before.
When he had first discovered this key on himself, he thought it was one of Audrey's pranks and casually tossed it aside.
When Emilia asked about it, he didn't think much of it and simply gave it to her.
At this moment, something resembling the truth churned in his mind.
Just as his head was splitting with pain, some memory fragments suddenly flashed.
He couldn't recall the circumstances of those scenes, but the person in the images was crystal clear.
Every gesture, every smile—all identical to Audrey.
He desperately tried to grasp these memory fragments, but in the end, his mind remained blank.
He drove home in panic, and as soon as he entered, he urgently grabbed Emilia and asked: "That key I gave you the other day—where did you put it?"
Emilia had just been released from the police station, and the key had long been confiscated by the authorities.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darted away: "Eman, what do you want that key for? You're not thinking of seeing that crazy woman Audrey again, are you?"
Eman frowned: "It's Audrey's property after all. I should return it to her."
He had never noticed before that even though Emilia was supposed to be his girlfriend, whenever she spoke about Audrey, she always carried an inexplicable hostility.
Emilia bit her lip: "I accidentally lost it. Why do you keep thinking about that key? Do you think I'm lying to you again? Do you think Audrey is your real fiancée?"
Her tone mixed coquettishness with complaint.
In the past, whenever she spoke like this, Eman would immediately drop any topic related to Audrey.
But today's Eman seemed like a different person.
Seeing Emilia's stubborn refusal to tell him, he walked straight into her room and began searching.
Emilia rushed over to stop him, but how could a woman's strength match that of a strong man?
She was roughly pushed aside, fell to the ground, and began sobbing softly while enduring the pain.
But Eman paid her no attention and continued ransacking the room, even dumping out the contents of the trash can.
Just as Eman was about to reach the bottom layer of the closet, Emilia could no longer bear the pain and rushed forward to block him desperately.
However, Eman seemed already certain of something and stubbornly pushed her away.
Beneath layers of clothing, a criminal judgment document was revealed.
【Defendant: Emilia Sanders, female, 28 years old, suspected of intentional assault causing eighth-degree disability to the victim, criminally detained on February 26th...】
【Victim: Audrey Moore, female, 26 years old.】
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