The Greta Who Survived Time

Before Ethan Price lost his memory, everyone in Portwick knew that he loved Greta Hughes more than his own life.

The bullet that tore through Ethan's chest when he saved her all those years ago was still lodged beneath his fourth rib to this day.

To give her a place where she could live safely, he would turned against every major gang in Portwick.

If anyone so much as displeased Greta, he wouldn't hesitate to make them bleed on the spot. No blinking, and no mercy.

Greta had always believed they were bound together for this lifetime and the next, destined to share the same grave.

Until Ethan was slashed across the back of the head and lost his memory.

And forgot the woman he loved.

When Greta walked in on him tangled in bed with his childhood sweetheart, Cara Kirk, her world collapsed.

After that, for Cara's sake, he pointed a gun at Greta again and again.

He even pushed her into the abyss with his own hands.

Only when she died in front of him did Ethan finally remember everything.

But by then, he had truly lost her.

...

The day Ethan was injured, he had clung to Greta before leaving, holding her for a long time and refusing to let go. Like a spoiled child, he told her that when he came home, he had to eat the strawberry cake she made herself.

Greta tried to talk him out of it. "If you don't go, it's not like one deal will make a difference."

Ethan gently cupped her face, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he replied, "I can walk away from business, but the guy took the diamond ring you love most. I have to get it back for you myself."

When he returned, the strawberry cake was ready. But he collapsed at the front steps, drenched in blood.

Greta was terrified. She stayed by his bedside at the hospital for three days straight.

Before he even woke up, she heard from his men that he had been hurt while saving Cara.

Greta froze for a moment, but said nothing.

She remained by Ethan's side, tending to him without rest or complaint.

She told herself that no matter the reason, they could talk about it after he recovered.

On the fifth day of Ethan's coma, Greta went home to change her clothes and made another strawberry cake.

When she returned to the hospital room, she walked straight into hell. Ethan was entangled naked with another woman on the hospital bed.

That woman was Cara, the very one he had nearly died for.

His wounds had split open again, blood soaking deep into the white sheets, yet Cara was still riding him recklessly, as if his pain and blood meant nothing.

On her ring finger gleamed the diamond ring Ethan had intended to retrieve for Greta.

The ground seemed to drop out from under Greta. She stood frozen in the doorway, her heart twisting violently in her chest.