Forget Me, I Am Marrying Your Best Friend

The day before our wedding, my fiancé got into a car accident.

When I rushed to the hospital, he was holding another woman in his arms. He looked at me with cold, indifferent eyes and asked,

"Who are you?"

After the doctor told me he had amnesia, I had no choice but to cancel the wedding.

But on his birthday, I overheard a conversation between him and his best friend.

"Julian, how long are you going to play this game before you actually marry Chloe?"

Julian’s voice, both affectionate and cold, drifted out.

"I’ll consider it after Elena’s birthday."