After the car accident, everyone said I had amnesia. But I don't.

They said, "You don't even remember Beckett Garrison? You've been chasing him for five whole years!"

The truth is, it's not that I can't remember him—it's that I've never known him.

I'm from a parallel universe. In my world, there's no such person as Beckett Garrison.

But now that I've stopped chasing him, he's started chasing me instead.

The man who was always so cold and aloof got drunk for me, his clothes a mess. "As long as you remember me, I'll let you do anything to me."

1

I was in a car accident. The doctors snatched me from the jaws of death.

Today, my best friend picked me up from the hospital and took me straight to her place.

She hesitated for a moment, then said indignantly, "You're never going back there again."

Even though the doctors saved my life, they diagnosed me with selective amnesia.

They said, "You don't even remember Beckett Garrison? You chased after him for five whole years!"

Beckett Garrison.

But that name was completely foreign to me.

The truth is, it's not that I don't remember him—it's that I've never known him.

I'm from a parallel universe. In my world, there's no such person as Beckett Garrison.

I replied to my best friend, "I honestly don't remember anyone named Beckett Garrison ever being in my life."

Seeing my bewildered expression, my best friend looked pained. "You get into an accident and lose your memory, and he still doesn't give a damn about you. That man has no conscience."

Seeing her so indignant on my behalf, I could only offer a helpless smile.

"It's fine. As long as I have you, I'm okay."

The words had barely left my mouth when there was a knock at the door.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Desperate to avoid discussing my amnesia any further, I seized the interruption like a lifeline and went to open the door.

"I'll get it."

When I opened the door, I was met with the sight of a man with cold, severe features.

His gaze fell on my face. He looked impatient, but with a face like his, it was hard to find him repulsive.

"When are you coming back?"

He led with that question. Realizing something was off, I turned and whispered to my best friend.

"This isn't the Beckett Garrison you were telling me about, is it?"

My best friend nodded.

From what my best friend had said, I could guess that this man wasn't exactly a positive presence in my life.

While he was certainly attractive, it didn't mean much to me.

I frowned and explained, "I'm sorry, I don't know you."

At my words, the man's thin lips pressed into a hard line. He stared at me with a strange expression.

After a long silence, I decided to just close the door. 'Time to sever this toxic tie for good.'

But before the door could close, a large hand shot out, stopping it firmly. He pushed his way inside, his expression impatient.

"What's with the act? It was just a car accident. Are you trying to pull another stunt to get my attention?"

"How many times have you pulled these pathetic little stunts? Keep faking it, and see if I don't start ignoring you for real."

Hearing this, my best friend, who was standing behind me, lost her cool. She stepped forward to confront him.

"Beckett Garrison, do you have any conscience saying something like that? Don't you have any clue how much Sienna has done for you?"

"If you said the word, she'd run from one side of the city to the other in the pouring rain, just to buy you a box of pastries. If you wanted a snack at two or three in the morning, she'd have to crawl out of bed and wait on you hand and foot like a maid..."

Beckett Garrison kept one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes filled with the same nonchalant indifference.

My best friend had been running herself ragged taking care of me in the hospital for the past few days. Listening to her now, I could tell she was genuinely worked up.

Beckett Garrison paid no mind to my best friend's scolding. His gaze drifted to me, and he seemed utterly confident that I would go back with him.

Seeing how furious my friend was, I reached out and gently guided her aside.

Seeing my action, Beckett Garrison's lips curved into a faint smirk, as if mocking my best friend for getting involved.

I calmly met the man's gaze and spoke, my voice even.

"You're not welcome here. State your business, or leave."

A flicker of confusion finally crossed Beckett Garrison's face, but he quickly masked it, his tone returning to its usual cold aloofness.

"The laundry at home has been piling up. Aren't you going to go back and take care of it?"

His words were so ridiculous I almost laughed. 'So he really thinks I'm his personal maid.'

"Did you lose your hands and feet? If the laundry isn't done, wash it yourself! What does that have to do with me!"

The smile finally vanished from my face. As I spoke, I shoved him, pushing him straight out the door.

SLAM!

I slammed the door shut without a moment's hesitation.

With the noise finally shut out, my mood instantly improved.

: My Boss

2

The man outside clearly didn't expect my reaction, because he slammed his fist against the door twice more.

I calmly called out to the man on the other side of the door, "If you don't leave right now, I'm calling security."

Even though he was reluctant, Beckett Garrison had no choice but to leave.

My best friend, who had been standing by my side the whole time, was just as shocked.

She stared at me blankly and asked, "Are you really sure this time? You've decided you don't want to be with Beckett Garrison anymore?"

I shook my head.

'It's not that I don't want to be with him. I just have no memory of him at all.'

Seeing the shocked look on my best friend's face, I asked, "So, what's he like? That Beckett Garrison guy from just now."

'Just what kind of man is he, to make the me of this timeline so hopelessly entangled with him?'

The moment I mentioned him, that indignant expression returned to my best friend's face.

"You and Beckett Garrison were classmates in college. You fell for him at first sight, and after that, you went down the path of being a total doormat and never looked back. After graduation, you even moved in with him just to take care of him. But he treated you like nothing more than a free maid, ordering you around! It's been five years! We've all been trying to talk you out of it, but you insisted he was the love of your life, always thinking your devotion would eventually win him over."

I listened quietly to my best friend's explanation, and in doing so, I began to understand the difference between this parallel timeline and my own.

The main difference was the person I loved.

In my original timeline, the one I loved was my boyfriend.

Holden Fairfax.

Now that Beckett Garrison had given me the perfect excuse, I naturally asked the question that was really on my mind.

"So... do you know Holden Fairfax?"

My best friend nodded emphatically. "Of course! Back in school, Holden Fairfax was the campus heartthrob. And after graduation, he started that huge company. Is there anyone from our year who doesn't know him? Besides, you work for him now. Don't tell me you forgot that, too?"

I reached up and touched my forehead. "Right. I remember now."

'Even in this timeline, I want to be with my real boyfriend again.'

The next day, I dressed to the nines, put on a pair of high heels, and walked into the office with a sway in my hips.

3

Thanks to my high-profile outfit, everyone did a double-take as I walked through the office today.

After getting to my desk and finishing my work, I went to see my boss.

I knocked on the door. From inside came a man's deep, magnetic voice. "Come in."

The familiar voice gradually calmed my anxious heart, like a gentle warmth spreading through my chest.

I opened the door and gazed at that familiar, handsome face. 'I couldn't help but feel my heart leap with joy.'

'This is wonderful. After everything, he's here in this parallel universe too.'

I walked respectfully to his desk. "Holden Fairfax."

The man, who had been focused on his screen, looked up at the sound of his name.

My heart clenched under his profound gaze, and I quickly corrected myself.

"President Fairfax."

The gaze in his alluring, almond-shaped eyes softened. "When there are no outsiders, you can just call me by my name."

His words made me unable to contain my excitement, giving me a renewed sense of confidence that I could win him back.

I got straight to the point.

"Can I go with you to the client meeting tonight?"

'I didn't want to pass up any chance to get close to him.'

He watched me in silence, as if trying to discern my true intentions.

"Yes."

After answering me, he looked back down at his work.

Seeing his distant manner, my spirits fell a little.

'After all, in my original world, we were a couple. We were always affectionate, and I was used to him doting on me. It had all become second nature.'

'But now...'

Shaking off my thoughts, I gave him a bright smile. "Well, I'll go get ready then."

"Mm."

'No matter what, as long as he exists in this world, I'll do whatever it takes to get us back to the way we were.'