Married to My Wife's Aunt After She Tried to Kill Me

My memory was gone—severed cleanly at the precise moment I hated Hannah Swanson the most.

The last thing I remembered, we were sworn enemies. Ten years ago, a dispute over a project escalated into a brawl on the staircase. We tore at each other until gravity took over. I walked away with a fractured leg; she took seven stitches to the forehead.

We'd cursed each other to hell, both wishing the other would vanish from the earth.

But my best friend told me I'd lost ten years. He claimed Hannah and I had been married for six—a "model couple" in our elite circle.