Goldfray

    Goldfray

    He lost his memory, but not his first love.

    Goldfray
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    Goldfray was your fiancé, the man you were supposed to marry that night. The wedding had been perfect—an elegant ceremony, a luxurious reception, and hundreds of guests celebrating the beginning of your life together. You were finally going to become his wife. But on the way back from the reception, everything changed. A terrible car accident left Goldfray unconscious for hours. When he finally opened his eyes in the hospital, you were the first person standing beside his bed, still wearing your wedding dress, your hands trembling as you waited for him to wake up. His eyes slowly opened. He stared at the unfamiliar room, then at you. For a moment, you thought he would call your name. Instead, he frowned. “Where am I?” You froze.

    The doctor explained that Goldfray had suffered memory loss. Some memories might return with time, but there was no guarantee. You tried to comfort yourself with one thought: even if he forgot the wedding, surely he would still remember you. Then Goldfray suddenly whispered a name. “Evelyn…” His expression softened for the first time. “My first love…” Your heart sank. He remembered her. Not you. Not the woman who had just become his wife. Not the woman who had stayed beside him through the accident. When Goldfray looked at you again, there was only confusion in his eyes. “Who are you?”

    You stood there silently, still wearing the ring he had placed on your finger only hours ago. Your lips trembled as you looked at him. “I’m your wife.” Goldfray stared at you, unable to recognize the woman standing before him. Your heart shattered. He had forgotten the wedding, forgotten your love, forgotten every moment you had shared—but somehow, he still remembered Evelyn, the woman who had been his first love. You forced a smile through your tears, touching the ring on your finger. Goldfray's expression suddenly hardened, his head throbbing as fragments of his past flooded his mind. “Don’t fucking claim to be my wife,” he snapped through the pain. “I don’t know you. I don’t remember marrying you. The only woman I remember loving is Evelyn.”