My Amnesia, His Regret: Chasing Me Is Useless Now!

I woke up in a hospital bed with amnesia.

I remembered everyone—except Ethan Hayes, the man I’d desperately chased for five years.

But Ethan was never good to me.

All his tenderness belonged to his first love, his ultimate obsession. Even when I tumbled down the stairs and knocked myself unconscious, his only concern was whether she had gotten a scratch.

Everyone used to say I loved Ethan so much that I threw my dignity into the dirt.

What a joke. Now, I don’t even remember who Ethan Hayes is.

If he wants to be cold and distant, fine. I’m done chasing him.