Dumped at the Altar by My 'Amnesiac' Fiancé

At a grand wedding filled with guests, Lorenzo suddenly fell from the high platform and hit his head.

When he woke up, he had forgotten me.

“I was the wealthiest man in New York in my past life. My wife was Vanessa,” he declared.

He shoved me aside and pulled Vanessa—the poor scholarship student I had once sponsored—into his arms.

The doctor diagnosed him with a stress-induced dissociative identity disorder.

Because Lorenzo stubbornly refused to marry me, I became the laughingstock of New York. My father sent me to France overnight to escape the gossip.