My Dead Fiancée Returned With Another Man

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her.

The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man.

Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously.

"Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away."

I smile at how ridiculous she is. "It's one thing if Iris lost her memories, but did you lose yours too? Since Iris is still alive, why do you not bring her back? You've watched me live in pain and misery for three years. I had to rely on sleeping pills just to get by. Do you find that amusing?"

Violet falls silent and doesn't dare to look at me again.

The young man named Jack hides behind Iris timidly.

In the next moment, Iris turns to look at me with a frosty expression. "Mr. Stevens, I do not wish to go back. The person I love now is Jack. Since I've forgotten my past, just treat it as memories from a previous lifetime."

A past life?

The claim was absurd.

Three years of acquaintanceship, four years of love, and another three years endured in despair. That was ten years. Iris Ford thought she could erase it all with a few careless words.

"Graham..."

Violet Bardot stepped in front of me, avoiding my eyes. "Can we talk outside? There are too many people here. Please don't make a scene."

I was making a scene? I stared at Violet, the woman who had watched me torture myself like a lunatic for three years while offering hollow sympathy and urging me to let go.

"Violet," my voice came out hoarse, "when did you find out she was still alive?"

Violet went rigid.

"Was it a year ago? Two years ago? Or did you know from the very beginning?"

Violet bit her lip and lowered her voice. "Iris was badly injured back then. Jack carried her down the mountain. When she woke up, she didn't remember anyone.

"The doctors said forcing her to recover her memories could kill her. And she was living peacefully in that mountain village. She was happy."

"So, for the sake of her peace and happiness, I deserved to rot in hell. Is that it?" I cut her off quietly.

Violet had no answer.

Hearing this, Iris Ford's brow furrowed slightly. "Mr. Stevens."

Her voice still carried that clear, bright quality I remembered, but the words cut deep. "I don't know what we were to each other before, but Violet's right. I'm happy now."

She gripped