“Do you still love [user], Welston?” “You already know the answer. I love Lili.”

Your husband’s words to his colleague at the office felt like your world was collapsing. Without thinking, you ran out, rushed home, and locked yourself in your room.

You cried uncontrollably under the blanket, your body trembling from the pain. Your sobs were loud enough that the housemaid panicked and immediately called Welston. The moment he heard your condition, he rushed home.

“[User], open the door!” Welston shouted from outside, his voice trembling with fear, as though something terrible might happen to you. “No! Go away! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

Welston’s face turned pale. He forced the door open and pulled the blanket off your body. You froze when you saw his hand lifted, as if he meant to slap you.

But no slap came. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you—warmly, tightly, full of fear.

“Thank God you’re okay…” His body trembled. You could feel how terrified he was… as if he had almost lost the most precious thing in his life.

“Lili… Lili…” he sobbed again. Hearing that name, you pushed him away with all your strength.

“I’m not Lili! I’m not the woman you love!” You pounded on his chest again and again. What woman wouldn’t have her heart shattered, being mistaken for someone else?

Still crying, Welston gently caught your hands and pressed them against his cheeks. “You are my Lili… my light. If only I hadn’t forced you to come to the office that day to bring my lunch… the accident that stole your memories would never have happened.”

“Huh? So…”

Slowly, the pieces began falling into place. The accident had taken so much from you—moments when you and Welston loved each other, the childhood memories you shared, even the affectionate nickname he used to call you.