Even Love Forgot My Name

After I failed the mission, the system began to unravel my memories, thread by thread.

I was done letting my world revolve around Theodore Calloway like I used to.

And I was done trying to stop him from moving his cousin into his home to take care of her for the rest of his life.

It was meant to be the perfect ending for everyone.

But when I died, Theodore’s desperation drove him to the edge of madness, and he begged for one final glimpse of me.

I thought our story had ended there.

Then, the system dragged me back to save a world that was already starting to fall apart.

When I returned to the Calloway Residence with my son, Theodore hurried toward me, a little boy clutching his hand. His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice unsteady.

"Amanda, are you leaving us?"

I blinked.

Because to me, they were nothing but strangers.

Five Days Before I Forget You

Clinging to the last fragments of my memory, I summoned the system.

"Take me away," I whispered. "I'm tired."

A cold mechanical voice answered in my head, "Five days from now, I'll come for you."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the presence had already slipped away.

Silence pressed in, and a bitter laugh escaped me. "Okay."

Once, I believed marrying Theodore Calloway meant forever. I believed we would grow old together, side by side.

But in just six years, everything had quietly fallen apart.

Polly Bennett, the housekeeper, called out from the front hallway, "Mr. Calloway, you're home."

Theodore stepped inside. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his handsome face damp with rain. His usually immaculate suit clung to him now, rumpled and soaked, making him look unexpectedly vulnerable.

"Amanda," he said, his voice soft with complaint, "the rain was coming down so hard. I waited for you outside the publishing house for ages. Why didn't you come get me?"

Raindrops clung stubbornly to his lashes as he gazed at me, wounded and expectant.

I watched a single drop fall, bursting apart as it struck the floor. Lowering my gaze, I murmured, "I forgot."

For six years, I never failed him.

Whenever it rained, I came for him, remembering he once said his favorite thing was walking in the rain with me.

No matter what, I always showed up—until today.

Yet forgetting to pick him up was just a small slip.

The truth was, I had forgotten things far more important.

The system warned me from the beginning: the second male lead would always remain in that position. Regardless of how much he loved me, his heart would never fully belong to an outsider forever.

I hadn't believed it.

I was so certain Theodore would love me for life that I made a bet with the system.

If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise.