After a heated argument, Lucas stormed out and got into a car accident, losing nearly three years of his memories. He forgot everything about me and reverted to his former playboy self. In an attempt to jog his memory, I kept reminiscing about our past together. But he just irritably shooed me away. Until I saw him passionately kissing Zoe, the girl who used to bully me. I decided I didn’t want him anymore, but he frantically held me and said: “Ava, I’ve regained my memory. You can’t leave me.” I rushed to the hospital, where Lucas’s friends stood at the door, looking at me with hesitation. I didn’t pay much attention to them and burst into the ward. Lucas was laughing and chatting with his friends. I approached him, took his hand, and with teary eyes and a choked voice, I said: “Lucas, I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore.” Lucas raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a cocky attitude: “Miss, isn’t it a bit forward to hold hands when we’ve just met?” I froze, staring at Lucas in disbelief. His friend awkwardly spoke up: “Sis, the doctor said Lucas has amnesia. He’s lost the last three years of his memories.” My heart tightened. Three years – that’s exactly how long Lucas and I had known each other and been together. So, he remembered his childhood friends but had forgotten only me. I felt a pang in my heart. If we hadn’t argued that night, he wouldn’t have driven off in anger. Hearing his friends address me, Lucas chuckled: “Don’t tell me you’re my girlfriend? I don’t like girls like you.” I knew that three years ago, Lucas was wild and arrogant, speaking without regard for others’ feelings. I didn’t want to argue with him, planning to settle accounts after he regained his memory. I forced a smile and said: “It’s okay, I’ll help you remember me again.” Lucas’s friends tactfully left the room. I sat on a nearby chair and asked softly: “Are you hungry? Have you eaten?” Lucas looked down at his phone, his tone cold: “No! You can leave if you have nothing else to do.” I blinked and continued, undeterred: “Lucas, do you remember our first anniversary? You made a cake yourself but forgot it was an ice cream cake. When we opened it that night, it had all melted, and you hugged me and cried for a long time.” Lucas smirked at his phone: “Childish.” I pressed my lips together and continued: “And on your birthday, you insisted on hiking to see the sunrise, but a sudden rainstorm trapped us on the mountain for a day and a night. We had no food, and I caught a fever. You were so worried you even thought about how we could die together.” Lucas’s body tensed, then he turned away, ignoring me. I grew a bit annoyed: “Lucas! Even if you’ve lost your memory, I’m still your girlfriend! You should at least show some respect!” Lucas turned his head, lifting his eyelids to glance at me indifferently: “Then let’s break up.” I looked at him, shocked, feeling a bit hurt: “Lucas! You’ll regret this when you regain your memory.” Lucas chuckled twice, then turned away, ignoring me again. I was angry too, and left the room with tears in my eyes. During our first month together, he couldn’t resist going to a bar with friends and staying out all night. When we argued about it, I mentioned breaking up. He, who had been full of anger, immediately hugged me with teary eyes and said pitifully: “Ava, it was so hard for me to win you over, how can you talk about breaking up so casually? I’ll change in the future, please don’t mention breaking up again, okay?” But now, with his memory loss, he casually mentioned breaking up. It seems that Lucas, having lost his memory, had reverted to the person I used to dislike. I walked out of the hospital but ultimately couldn’t bear to leave him. I bought him a bowl of soup and returned to the hospital. Just as I reached the door, I heard him on the phone with his friend, arranging to meet at a bar later. I hurriedly pushed the door open, my brows furrowed and my voice filled with anger: “Lucas! You’re not even healed yet, why are you going to a bar!” Lucas had just changed his clothes and looked at me impatiently: “Why are you so controlling? Didn’t I say we’re breaking up? Don’t you understand?” With that, he pushed past me and walked out, ignoring my attempts to stop him. The hot soup spilled on my hand, instantly causing it to redden and swell. I took a deep breath, constantly reassuring myself: Lucas has lost his memory, he used to treat me well, I can’t give up on him. Worried, I followed him to the bar. By the time I arrived, a woman was already sitting next to Lucas. She was his former type – sexy and alluring. He had one arm around her shoulder and was raising a glass with the other, toasting to his survival. I walked over and stopped his hand as he was about to drink, saying seriously: “Lucas, even if you’ve lost your memory, you should still take care of your health, right?” Lucas irritably ran his fingers through his hair, his tone impatient: “Why are you so annoying? Like a nagging housewife!” His friends looked at each other, not daring to speak. Lucas pulled the woman closer, holding her in his arms, and said with a smirk: “Since you don’t want me to drink, but this bottle is already open, someone has to drink it. How about this – if you finish it, I’ll go back with you.” The sour feeling in my heart was unbearable, and tears welled up in my eyes: “Lucas, I have alcohol intolerance.” In the past, when one of his friends tried to force me to drink at a gathering, he smashed the bottle on that person’s head and protected me as we left. Now Lucas looked at me expressionlessly. I sniffled, picked up the bottle from the table, and gulped it down. Lucas’s eyes darkened, and his palm tightened slightly. After finishing the last sip, I couldn’t help but cough, tears involuntarily flowing. Lucas muttered “boring” and left with his coat. I rubbed the ache in my chest and took a taxi to the hospital for an IV. I spent the whole night on an IV drip, with not a single message from Lucas. Lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, I wondered what to do if Lucas never regained his memory. Three years ago, I was being followed on my way home from work late at night. In a moment of crisis, Lucas noticed the suspicious person and rushed over to chase them away. I thanked him, trembling all over, and he took the opportunity to offer to walk me home and asked for my contact information. In the days that followed, Lucas began to pursue me openly. I knew the gap between us and didn’t dare dream of marrying into a wealthy family. But for me, Lucas gradually changed from a wild playboy into a gentle and caring good man. As we spent more time together, I couldn’t help but fall for him. After we got together, Lucas spoiled me to no end.
Early in the morning, I returned home in a daze. Lucas had just finished showering, with a towel around his waist, drinking water in the kitchen. Hearing movement at the door, he glanced at me lightly. I smelled an unfamiliar fragrance in the house and walked into the bedroom with a grim face. In the bedroom, the messy sheets and the intimate atmosphere in the air clearly showed that he hadn’t been alone last night. Lucas leaned against the dining table, raising an eyebrow as he watched me. “Slap!” I walked over and slapped him directly. Lucas’s expression froze for a moment, then he looked at me angrily. I tried hard not to let my tears fall, my voice choked with sobs: “Lucas! I spent the whole night on an IV drip at the hospital. And you brought a woman back here to fool around!” Lucas rubbed his face and sneered coldly: “First, you chose to drink that alcohol yourself. Second, this is my house, I can bring whoever I want back here.” I trembled all over, looking at him in disbelief, unable to believe he would treat me like this. Tears finally broke free, falling one by one, and I couldn’t help but sob. “Lucas! How can you do this to me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll really leave you?” I lowered my head, pulling at Lucas’s sleeve, my shoulders shaking violently, my voice breaking: “Aren’t you afraid you’ll regret treating me like this when you regain your memory?” I didn’t notice Lucas’s other hand slightly raised and then quietly lowered again. He pulled his sleeve from my grasp and tilted my chin up indifferently: “If you insist on staying here, you’d better learn to mind your own business and not interfere where you shouldn’t.” With that, he returned to the bedroom and closed the door. I leaned against the wall, slowly crouching down, burying my head and whimpering. Three years ago, Lucas always had women around him. So at that time, I thought he was just temporarily interested in me and didn’t want to get too involved. But to reassure me, he kept his distance from all other women. He basically stopped going to bars and nightclubs. His friends all joked that the player had finally settled down. He would proudly reply: “That’s because I didn’t meet Ava earlier.” In our two years together, he always respected me and never crossed the final line. Now, he had returned to being the player he once was. Lucas, if you regain your memory, will you regret it? After that day, Lucas and I fell into a cold war, and I moved to the guest room. Lucas had already forgotten me, and these days he was even less willing to pay attention to me. I stubbornly shut myself in my room, leaving for work before dawn and only returning after he had gone out. That day, I received a message from an unknown number: “If you want to know the truth about Lucas’s memory loss, come to Moonlight Villa.” I frowned, wondering if there was more to Lucas’s amnesia. I got ready and took a taxi to Moonlight Villa. This was the villa of Lucas’s friend. They liked to throw parties and gatherings here. Before I got close, I could hear the cheers and laughter of men and women coming from the back garden of the villa. I walked over and looked inside through the fence. Lucas was sitting on a lounge chair with a cigarette in his mouth. His friend handed him a bottle of alcohol and said: “Our Lucas is still the best! Pretending to have amnesia and fooling Ava completely.” Lucas took a sip of alcohol, his tone somewhat proud: “I behaved myself for three years for her, what’s wrong with letting loose for a while?” I trembled all over, my throat dry as I stared at Lucas. Pretending… to have amnesia? Of course, this way Lucas could be his old player self without any guilt. After he’s had enough fun, he can still tell me he had amnesia and ask for my forgiveness with a clear conscience. My eyes stung, and everything in front of me began to blur. With a light blink, tears rolled down. “Lucas, aren’t you afraid of taking it too far and Ava really breaking up with you?” Lucas took a deep drag of his cigarette, looking smug: “She won’t leave me. Ava may seem indifferent to everyone, but I know once she’s committed to someone, she won’t easily change her mind. Besides, she’s an orphan, where else could she go without me?” I clutched my chest, tears uncontrollably pouring out, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. I had shown him my most vulnerable side, and it became the sword he used to attack me. I grew up in an orphanage, longing for someone to love me while also being wary of anyone who got close to me. So when I decided to be with Lucas, I really intended to spend my life with him. But Lucas, since you understand me so well, you should also know that I hate deception the most. At that moment, a girl ran over and hugged Lucas. Lucas picked her up and jumped into the swimming pool, kissing her passionately in the water. The others on the shore kept cheering them on. Lucas released the girl in his arms, panting heavily. When I saw her face clearly, my pupils constricted, and my mind went blank. I stared at the girl, pale-faced and motionless, afraid I had mistaken her identity. How could Lucas do this! He hadn’t lost his memory, he knew that girl! That girl was Zoe, the one who had bullied me in high school. After I started dating Lucas, we accidentally ran into her at a mall once. She came over smiling and greeted us, but her eyes kept drifting towards Lucas. I coldly pulled Lucas away. After we got home, Lucas noticed something was wrong with me and kept asking why. When I told him, he hugged me tenderly, comforting me with a choked voice. Seeing how familiar they were now, they probably had been in contact much earlier. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at myself for thinking I could really make a player change his ways. Lucas, this time… I really don’t want you anymore. I wiped the tears from my face haphazardly and turned away resolutely.
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