After the Car Accident, I Forgot My Scumbag Boyfriend

Eric Davis, my boyfriend who I had been in love with for many years got married today, but I was the last one to know.

I had a car accident on the way to attend his wedding.

When I woke up, I lost my memories after the age of 18.

Eric left his fiancee at the wedding venue and crazily looked for me.

Everyone congratulated me for winning his heart, but they didn't know that I didn't love Eric back when I was 18 years old.

Eric knelt in front of me and cried bitterly, but I remained indifferent.

He could abandon me when I was 30 and marry someone else, but he couldn't accept that I didn't love him anymore in my 18 years old.

Forget you, whom I should forget and I can pursue my dreams with ease!

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Eric and I had been in love for many years. He got married, but I was the last one to know.

Eric managed to deceive me with people around us, but he didn't expect his fiancee to expose everything.

I looked at the electronic wedding invitation sent to me through text message, and my heart felt like it was being tightly squeezed.

I quickly understood what the extra complex emotions in the people around me these days were.

It was guilt for hiding and deceiving me.

I hailed a taxi to their wedding.

The noisy electronic navigation reminded me that I was halfway there, but I still hadn't made up my mind on what to do.

Should I get Eric back? Is it worth it? Should I make a scene and break up? What about dignity?

Before I could make a decision, I heard the driver's exclamation.

Then, my body leaned forward...

When I woke up in the hospital, I saw my parents and some strangers.

As soon as they saw that I woke up, these people immediately surrounded me and started talking about things I didn't understand.

"Mila is really lucky. She finally won Eric back."

"Mr. Davis and Mila are true love. True love is invincible."

"Yeah, yeah, Mila, don't be angry. Eric left the bride at the wedding just to see you."

I was a little dazed. I didn't know these people who were talking.

Who am I in love with?

Mr. Davis? Eric? Eric Davis?

I burst into laughter.

Eric was the delinquent teenager in our class.

Last semester, I caught him smoking and reported it to our teacher. He got angry and pulled my hair.

How funny these people say that Eric and I are true love!

I shook my head, planning to ask my parents to kick out these nonsense people.

But my laughter made the ward quiet.

My mom shook her head and laughed, repeatedly patting my dad's shoulder and asking him to call the doctor.

After tossing and turning for an afternoon, I stared dumbfounded at the diagnosis report.

What year is this?

Am I amnesiac?

I pressed the wheels of the wheelchair, stopped in front of the mirror, and saw a completely different face from the one in my mind. I couldn't laugh for a moment.

In my opinion, I just had a bad stomach the last night. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was already 30 years old and no longer youthful and beautiful.

My mother saw my confusion and just patted me to comfort me, and then silently pushed me away from the mirror.

I took my phone. The large screen was much more beautiful than the flip phone.

There were many strange applications. I clicked my contacts, all unfamiliar names.

Before I had a chance to look carefully, a call with the note "husband" came in.

I imitated the gesture my mother had just taught me to answer the phone, and a dissatisfied male voice came from the other end.

"If you wake up, don't let your parents call me all the time!

"I left Melissa at the wedding scene, so please don't bother me for now, okay?

"Melissa is here and I can't leave now. She's gone crazy because I went to find you! Don't cause trouble for me."

After that, the call was hung up.

I looked at my phone. All the questions I wanted to ask were stuck in my throat. The doubts that had been pressing on my heart kept clamoring.

Many years had passed, and I was not familiar with Eric. I couldn't tell if the person on the other side was the Eric I knew.

But combined with what the strangers said when I woke up and the attitude of this damn man on the phone, I was sure that I got a bad lover at the age of 30.