In Memory of A Love That Never Was

My boyfriend insists on hiking up a snow-covered mountain to see a waterfall. That very day, I fall from the peak.

When I regain consciousness, I've lost my memories and broken a leg. Even my boyfriend has become my brother-in-law.

Everyone turns their backs on me, but my psychologist, Quinton Scott, comforts and guides me. One day, he gets on one knee before me with a bouquet and a diamond ring in hand. He proposes as the medical personnel watch, and I weep with joy.

Half a year after our marriage, I hear his friend say, "Looks like your hypnosis has gone well for the past year, Quinton. Speaking of which, you've already helped Winnie get what she wants. Why bother marrying Jennifer?"

"Did you think I wanted to? I was afraid she'd suddenly regain her memories and try to hurt Winnie. It's easier for me to watch her like this."

"Is it worth going to such lengths for Winnie? You cleaned up so many of her messes, and you're now using Jennifer for that…"

"I'll do anything as long as Winnie is happy." Quinton stubs out his cigarette. After a long silence, he says, "Besides, I'm just borrowing Jennifer's womb. I'm putting trash to good use!"

"Jennifer cares about you a lot. If you really don't have those feelings for her, why don't you completely change her identity and let her go after this? Even a rabbit will bite when it's cornered," said Yves Cordon.

Quinton sneered dismissively. "What's wrong? Do you feel sorry for her? I haven't heard of Mr. Cordon having a fetish for disabled things."

Yves punched him and said, "I’m just sorry for you for wasting your entire life."

Quinton didn't dodge him. "Besides Winnie, it doesn't matter who I marry…"

I leaned against the wall as I tightly covered my mouth, afraid to make a sound. Tears slipped down between my fingers.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and a message popped up. "Honey, do you need me to pick you up?"

When I heard the sound of the people in the room getting up, I leaned against the wall as I hurriedly fled to the bathroom at the end of the hallway and pressed against the door to steady myself.

It turned out I hadn't lost my memory, but had been hypnotized. And the person I had relied on the most was actually the accomplice who had taken everything from me.

Another message popped up again. "Honey? Is everything okay? Why aren't you replying?"

"It's fine. I've arrived at your workplace," I replied, trembling as I did.

I forced a smile as I walked out of the bathroom.

To my surprise, I ran straight into Quinton and Yves. When Quinton saw me, he asked gently, "You just arrived?"

I nodded, naturally walking up to him and linking my arm with his.

Quinton suppressed the doubt in his gaze and kissed my forehead. His movements were gentle, but his touch felt strangely cold.

He appeared unsettled