I Became My Crush's Amnesiac Darling Wife

At my graduation ceremony, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to my longtime crush.

But before I could, I was hit by a car.

When I opened my eyes again, he was standing right in front of me with a frigid glare.

"You're awake? Perfect. Then let's discuss our divorce."

I blinked at him, completely dazed.

Divorce? Wait—what?

I hadn't even confessed yet. How on earth had this turned into a divorce?

At my graduation ceremony, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to my longtime crush, Kurt Wilder.

Across the street, Kurt stood in his sleek black gown, posing for photos with the effortless poise that always made him seem untouchable. My heart raced. Unable to contain my excitement, I dashed toward him—completely oblivious to the red light at the crosswalk.

There was a deafening bang. All I felt was pain, then darkness swallowed me awhole.

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling. I was in a hospital bed. And standing beside me—was Kurt.

He looked as impossibly handsome as ever. Maybe this was the closest we'd ever been in our years of one-sided admiration. His gaze shifted from the IV drip above me to my face.

Then, by chance, my eyes caught the glint of a ring on his left hand. On his ring finger.

The realization struck me like another blow. After all this time, had he already belonged to someone else?

I swallowed my disappointment, forcing a smile. "Kurt… why are you here?"

I tried to sit up, only to notice thick layers of gauze wrapped around my arm. Before I could process it, Kurt pulled a chair close and sat down.

"Emma, you've gotten so creative. To force a divorce, you'd even risk your life."

I stared at him, completely bewildered.

Divorce? What on earth was he talking about? I wasn't even married yet—how could divorce have anything to do with me?

Just then, a nurse entered with a tray of medical supplies.

"Dr. Wilder, you're still here? Young lady, you have no idea how lucky you are. You were hit by a car, but fortunately, Dr. Wilder happened to be passing by and gave you emergency treatment right away. Otherwise, you'd be dealing with far more than just a fractured arm."

The nurse bent over my arm, disinfecting the wound with practiced care. She placed my hand gently to the side, and that's when I noticed something that made my breath hitch.

On my own left hand—on my ring finger—was a ring.

And it matched Kurt's. A couple's set.

Panic and disbelief surged through me. After the nurse left, I grabbed hold of Kurt's sleeve in desperation.

"You're Kurt Wilder, right? Class of 2018, Roswell School of Medicine?"

He frowned, clearly displeased, and jerked his sleeve free. His expression was icy.

"Since you're awake, let's discuss our divorce."

My mind went blank.

'This is insane,' I thought.

Moments ago, I'd