Caleb Vance had always been the devoted type. But on the day his "first love" was diagnosed with cancer, he handed me a pill that induces amnesia. "Ava, Summer is dying. Give me three days. I want to fulfill her dream of a wedding." "I won't hurt you. This pill causes temporary memory loss. Three days later, after the ceremony, you'll take the antidote, fall in love with me all over again, and we'll remarry." Seeing the determination in his eyes, I took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation. What Caleb didn't know was that I developed the pill myself. There is no antidote. In three days, I will forget him forever. 1 We walked out of the courthouse, divorce papers in hand. Caleb checked his watch. "Two minutes until it kicks in. For the next three days, you'll forget you ever loved me. When you take the antidote, you won't remember what happened during this time. You won't have a chance to be sad." "This divorce is just temporary. Once this is over, we'll remarry. Don't worry, my only true wife is you." I looked at him silently. There would be no remarriage. As the creator of the drug, I knew exactly how it worked. It didn't wipe memories instantly. It eroded them slowly, piece by piece, until the person you loved was a stranger. And the antidote? It didn't exist yet. But Caleb didn't know that. "Are you sure you won't regret this?" I asked softly. He smiled, ruffling my hair affectionately. "Summer has loved me for years. Her only wish is a wedding. I can't refuse a dying woman. I won't regret it." "Ava, I know you're understanding. There's no need to compete with a sick person. When this is over, we'll go back to our happy life." I curled my lips in a self-deprecating smile, letting the bitterness spread through my chest. I didn't say another word. In our most passionate years, I drank until I vomited blood to secure contracts for him. He stayed up until his heart fluttered to help me with my research. Once, I teased him: "What if one day I get old and forget you?" His eyes turned red, and he kissed me fiercely. "Ava, I love you. Please don't forget me. I'd go crazy." Now, learning his first love has cancer, he actively divorced me and asked me to erase our memories. I guess he wanted to give her three days of perfect love—flawless, without the existence of a wife like me. A complete love just for her. If he dared to change his heart so openly and feed me drugs, why bother with the charade of remarriage? I laughed abruptly. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my head. I swayed and fell forward. Caleb caught me, his dark eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay? If you're scared I won't come back, I can give you the divorce certificate and all our documents for safekeeping." I forced myself to stand, looking at him with confusion. "What divorce certificate?" Caleb froze, then probed tentatively. "Ava... do you remember we got divorced?" "Divorced?" Seeing my blank expression, a flicker of joy passed through his eyes. I looked down at the certificate in my hand and understood. The drug was working. The first thing it erased was the memory of our divorce. Caleb quickly snatched the certificate, afraid I'd see his name on it. His voice softened. "Ava, I'm your brother. You're sick and lost some memories. I'll keep these important documents for you." I looked into his evasive eyes and didn't expose him. Fine. If he wants to act, I'll play along. Just then, a sugary voice called out. "Caleb! There you are!" I looked over. Summer was jogging toward us, but she "accidentally" tripped. Caleb instinctively let go of me to catch her. 2 Thrown by his sudden movement, I slammed into the wall. My already throbbing head exploded with pain. Summer fell into Caleb's arms, smiling shyly. "Thanks for catching me, Caleb." Caleb realized what happened and his face changed. He looked at me frantically. "Ava, are you hurt? Summer is sick, if she bleeds it won't stop, so I had to catch her. I'm sorry." I stood up, enduring the pain, and dusted myself off. "I'm fine." Summer clung to Caleb's arm, whispering. "Caleb, it's just a divorce. Why did it take so long? I waited forever." Seeing me staring, Caleb coughed awkwardly, looking guilty but not pushing her away. "It's done. We can focus on the wedding now." Summer beamed, shooting me a triumphant look. "Ava, I've been dating your brother for five years. We're getting married in three days. You have to come!" I smiled. "My brother's wedding? Of course I'll be there." Summer's smile widened. "You should be our videographer! You have to capture the moment Caleb and I kiss..." "Summer." Caleb's face darkened, cutting her off. He looked at me, finding no sadness in my eyes, and felt an inexplicable pang in his heart. "She doesn't need to come." My expression didn't change. Seeing Caleb defend me, Summer frowned and suddenly collapsed into his arms. "Caleb, my heart... it hurts. I can't breathe." Caleb's eyes filled with panic as he held her. "Is it happening again? Hang on, I'll take you to the hospital." He looked up at me, voice low. "Ava, do you remember where home is? Do you need a ride?" I shook my head. "No need. I remember." Caleb paused. The lab techs told him the drug only erased memories of the person you loved most. Thinking I loved him most, he relaxed. "Okay, go home then. I'll take Summer to the hospital." He carried Summer to the car. "Caleb," Summer whispered weakly, "being held by you openly... even if I die now, it's worth it." Caleb scolded her gently. "Don't talk nonsense." Through the window, I watched as he buckled her in. Summer wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his earlobe. Seeing this intimate scene, my heart felt a sharp, cold stab. The sting of betrayal. His car sped away. At that moment, my phone rang. "Ms. Ava Lane, the Paris Research Institute is ready for your arrival. We welcome you in three days." 3 I hung up and went home, only to realize the house was a shell. This was the home Caleb and I decorated together. He said we would live here forever. Now, the tea sets we designed, the ornaments we picked—everything related to him was gone. Even the soil in the balcony planters had been turned over, probably fearing I'd remember planting flowers with him. I smiled bitterly at the empty house. Caleb, are you thorough because you're afraid I'll be in pain, or afraid I'll remember and ruin your wedding? If you knew there was no antidote, and I would never recover my memory, would you regret this? I took off my wedding ring. I wrote him a letter, put the ring inside the envelope, and tucked it into the gap of a flower pot. My phone rang urgently. It was my best friend, Lily. "Ava, I have to tell you something. I think Caleb is cheating. I just saw him hugging a woman at the hospital." "Mmh," I said. "Whatever. Let him be." Lily was shocked. "Ava... are you okay?" Her nervousness made me laugh. "What could be wrong? Caleb and I are already divorced." "Divorced?!" I briefly explained the situation. When I mentioned taking the pill, she exploded. "That scumbag! Shameless! He'll do anything to marry that woman!" "You gave up the Institute for him! Half his success is because of you! Now he wrongs you for another woman and calls it 'sparing you pain'? Feeding you amnesia pills? Who does he think he is?!" Pain finally surfaced in my eyes. My face went pale. Five years ago, when Caleb was at his lowest, I married him without hesitation. I used all my connections to save his company. Back then, he held me every night, whispering I was his eternal love. But people change. His heart found a new home. He forgot my sacrifices, demanding I be obedient and accept his "charity" toward Summer. Is loving one person consistently that hard? Why can I do it? 4 Lily ranted until she was out of breath, then concluded: "I guarantee, divorcing you and feeding you drugs... Caleb will regret this until he dies!" "He definitely doesn't know there's no antidote. Let him suffer. And you... you can finally move on." I looked at the flower pot. Living with Caleb for years, I knew his habits. When he was upset, he drank on the balcony. If he truly regretted it after I left, he would find the letter. Late at night, Caleb came in, rummaging through closets. "What are you doing?" He paused, seeing me in pajamas at the door. He frowned and draped his jacket over me. "It's cold. Why are you wearing so little?" I ignored the gesture. "What are you looking for?" "I want to borrow your wedding dress. Summer wants to wear it." Caleb explained, "You might have forgotten, but it's the one you wore." I stared at him in silence. Of course I hadn't forgotten. He designed it himself. From sketches to the final product, it took two months. All because I once said, "I want a one-of-a-kind wedding dress." And now, he was taking it to complete another woman's wedding. I felt a surge of absurdity. "Is that dress important? Why that one?" My question seemed to trigger a memory. He paused. When the dress was finished, he told me, "This dress belongs only to you." He hesitated for a second, then said: "It was designed by a master. It's the only one of its kind. Summer likes it too. Her only wish is to get married in it." Seeing my downcast eyes, he added, "Don't worry. I'll return it right after the wedding. You can ask for anything you want then." Still lying. My heart took another hit. On our wedding day, his eyes never left me. Afterward, he stored the dress carefully. I teased him. "Why do you cherish it so much?" He looked at me seriously. "Because you gave it its unique beauty. I want to preserve this memory forever." But now, just because Summer liked it, he gave it away without hesitation. The dress lost its meaning. It became just a tool to make Summer happy. "It's late. Go to sleep. I have to go out." Caleb didn't notice my strangeness. He took the dress and left. I dropped his jacket on the floor. Looking at the empty closet, I felt overwhelming disappointment. "It's okay. I'm like you. Once he clears everything out, it'll be fine." Just being abandoned. Once my memory is wiped, I can truly let go. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my head. Another chunk of memory vanished. I was abruptly pulled out of my sorrow. 5 The next day, Lily told me Caleb was frantically preparing the wedding. It rivaled the scale of ours. I nodded thoughtfully. He was busy, yet still sent me three meals a day. Trying to have it all. Tough job. On the wedding day, Lily took me to the venue. We sat in the corner. Caleb and Summer were arm in arm, surrounded by bridesmaids. "I remember Caleb threw a wedding this big for Ava too. Tsk, Summer is so lucky." Hearing my name, Summer tightened her grip on Caleb. Caleb explained, "Ava and I are divorced. Today is Summer's day. Let's not talk about the past." Hearing him cut ties, the bridesmaids chimed in. "Summer is young and beautiful. Ava can't compare." "Caleb, Summer's trusting you with her life. Don't let her down." Caleb smiled gently, just like he once promised me. "Don't worry. I won't let her down." My eyes dimmed. Lily ground her teeth. "What kind of twisted values are these? Homewrecking is justified now?" Someone shouted, "Such a good day! Caleb, kiss Summer!" The bridesmaids chanted, "Kiss! Kiss!" Summer blushed, looking at Caleb. Her shyness was practiced. Amidst the cheers, Caleb stroked her ear, leaned down, and kissed the corner of her lips. The cheers reached a fever pitch.
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