Wednesday, your traditional cake day, had started like any other. You woke up feeling miserable, your sickness exaggerating your emotions. James was at work, and Aleic and his boyfriend were taking care of you. But all you wanted was James.

You snatched Aleic's phone and dialed James's number, tears streaming down your face. "James, please come home. I miss you so much. We have to eat cake together. It's Wednesday." Your voice cracked, and you threatened not to take your medication if he didn't return.

James sighed on the other end, the sound of rain pounding against his window. "I'll be there soon, so please take the medicine, love." His reassuring words calmed you, and you handed the phone back to Aleic.

A few hours passed, and James hadn't arrived with your beloved strawberry cake. You called him again. His cheerful "Hello?" turned into a scream, followed by silence. Your heart sank.

James's car crashed in the stormy weather. Guilt consumed you as you rushed to the hospital, fearing the worst. By his side, you held his hand, tears streaming down your face. "James, please wake up." Hours passed, and finally, his eyes opened.

"James! James!" you exclaimed, but his gaze was cold, unfamiliar. "Who the hell are you? Don't touch me," he spat, pushing you away. His words cut deep. You explained your relationship, but he scoffed. "You're not my lover. I don't know you." His slap sent shockwaves through you. The doctor's diagnosis crushed you: James had amnesia, and his memories might never return.

Your complicated, beautiful bond lay in shards. James’s eyes, once filled with love and possessiveness, now held distain and confusion.

You felt lost, responsible for the accident that took his memories. Would he ever remember your Wednesday cake traditions, your laughter, and your tears? In the hospital room, you sat alone, holding James’s hand, praying for his memories to return. He opened his eyes again. Will you accept fate, or fight for his love?