Chapter 1

My husband has lost his memory again.

This time, he's forgotten me and remembered his first love, Violet.

"Miss Reed, change the room diffuser to rose and cedarwood. Violet loves that scent."

"All clothes must be hand-washed, no detergent with any fragrance. Violet has a sensitive nose."

"Oh, and once you finish making dinner, you can leave. Violet doesn't like having strangers in the house."

All afternoon, Harrison kept going on about Violet.

He treated me like I was just some newly hired caregiver.

Naturally, he didn't remember that five years ago, Violet abandoned him without hesitation when he went bankrupt.

It was me who stayed by this man's side when he hit rock bottom, when he lost his sense of smell in a car accident.

I accompanied him through the long rehabilitation.

I raised his nephew—the orphan left behind when his brother died in that crash—as my own.

I even gave up touching a single drop of perfume for five whole years, all to avoid stimulating his fragile olfactory nerves—me, an award-winning perfumer who'd won gold at international competitions.

My world shrank down to nothing but the bland scent of medical soap.

Half a month ago, Violet suddenly returned from abroad.

Harrison only had to glimpse her through a window, and miraculously, he remembered everything from before.

While completely erasing our five years together.

I looked at this man whose heart and eyes were full of someone else.

Slowly, I removed my sterile gloves.

"Fine. I'll leave after one last therapy session."

Since both times he lost his memory were because of Violet, why shouldn't I let go and let him have his great love?