My Amnesia Was A Lie: My Ex-Fiancé Begs For Forgiveness

Three years after the crash that supposedly stole my memory, I faced Nathan again at a Sotheby’s auction.

He was bidding on jewels for his wife. I was there to reclaim what was mine.

Time had left him haggard. I, on the other hand, was gleaming.

My radiance clearly unnerved him.

When his target lot appeared, he finally cracked.

"Scarlett," he said, his voice strained, "I lied to you after the accident. I was your real fiancé."

I traced the substantial diamond on my ring finger, a subtle smile gracing my lips.

After all, who ever said the amnesia was real?

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