Owen Gray and I get into an accident. I'm seven months pregnant, but I save him anyway. I end up in a coma.

I wake up after three years. Owen has amnesia, and he's now my sister's husband. My child also calls her his mother.

I try everything, but Owen doesn't remember me. Instead, his love for my sister grows deeper. Even our son blames me for waking him and ruining their happy lives.

When I finally decide to let go, I overhear a conversation between Owen and someone else.

"Shannon was willing to give up her life for you, Owen. If she finds out your amnesia is an act…"

"There's only a week to go before my three-year agreement with her sister is over. I'll give Vivian the wedding she wants. Then, I'll act like I've recovered from my amnesia. Luca and I will return to Shannon's side."

I'm stunned. I never would've expected Owen to be pretending to be an amnesiac.

I look at the diagnosis report in my hands. It's too bad I can't even wait for a week.

When I woke up, I kept forgetting things.

After reviewing my medical records, the doctor informed me that during the three years I was in a coma, I had been given a banned drug. Its side effect would make me lose all my memories within a month.

I was stunned.

My sister, Vivian Houghton, was the doctor in charge of my treatment during those years.

Upon learning this, I rushed to find Owen Gray, desperate to tell him the truth.

I had already been awake for three weeks. That meant I had just one week left before I completely forgot about Owen.

But then, I overheard his conversation with those people. It felt like a heavy blow landed on me, tearing me apart with pain.

It turned out that Owen remembered everything—about how we had loved each other madly and how I had shielded him with my own body during the car accident. Even the people around him knew that he was only pretending to have lost his memory.

He did all of this for one reason—to marry Vivian and force me to let go.

At that realization, my heart ached, and I started gasping for air. I knew that my asthma was acting up.

Years ago, I developed asthma after saving Owen from drowning. When we were in love, he always carried my inhaler.

But now, seeing me like this, he only said, "Disgusting."

I took my medicine and gradually regained my breath.

When I returned to the villa, Luca Gray ran up to me. "Aunt Shannon, I dropped my toy in the water. Can you help me find it?"

He tugged at my hand, leading me to the swimming pool.

It was winter, and the water was freezing. The moment I stepped in, the cold pierced through me. But when I saw the pleading look in his eyes, I kept searching, diving down again and again.

However, there was nothing.

I looked up and asked him, "Luca, are you sure you dropped it here? I can't see anything. What does it look like?"

"It's a small golden car. Please, Aunt Shannon. I'm begging you."

Clenching my teeth, I dove back into the water. I didn't know how long I had been searching when I suddenly heard Vivian's voice. "Luca, what are you doing here?"

"Mom, I'm just messing with her," Luca said mischievously. "You were right. She'll do anything I ask."

As I surfaced, he pointed at me, his grin triumphant.

Vivian stood beside him, holding that small golden toy car in her hand.

When I heard those words, my heart turned ice-cold.

She took Luca's hand and praised him, "Well done."

I couldn't hold back any longer. "Luca, how could you trick your mother like this?"

He shot me a hateful glare. "You're not my mother. My mother is Vivian Houghton. You deserve to be tricked for abandoning me all those years ago."

Luca was my child with Owen. I was seven months pregnant when the accident happened.

Back then, the doctor told me that if I chose to give birth to him, I might never wake up again. I didn't hesitate. I chose to give birth to Luca.

Time proved me right. He grew up well.

But when I woke up from my coma, he was calling Vivian "Mom".

I always thought that it was because everyone was trying to spare him the pain, so they told him that Vivian was his mother. Only later did I realize that Luca knew that I was his biological mother all along.

He didn't acknowledge me. It wasn't because he didn't know, but it was because he didn't want to.

During the three years that I was in a coma, Vivian didn't just give me memory-damaging drugs. She also harmed my body.

The emotional shock of Owen's words, along with being drenched in icy water, gave me a fever by evening.

I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open.

Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, "Shannon, what memory game are you playing this time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?"

I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen into the water on purpose again, just for his sake.

I refuted, "I didn't do it on purpose. Today, it was because—"

"How dare you deny it! Vivian went through so much to wake you up, yet you have no regard for your body. Because of you, her depression relapsed, and now she doesn't even want to get married anymore. You're such a disaster!"

Owen's expression was fierce as he yanked me toward Vivian's room. "You're going to apologize to Vivian right now."

At this moment, Vivian was lying in bed with her eyes closed.

Luca sat beside her, looking worried. He patted her shoulder with his tiny hands to comfort her. "Mom, don't be sad."

The moment Owen dragged me over, Luca jumped down from the bed, rushed at me, and struck me in the stomach with his fists and feet.

"You wicked woman! It's all your fault! Mom doesn't want to marry Dad anymore because of you! Why don't you just die?"

No mother could bear to hear such words from their son. My heart twisted in agony.

Owen stopped Luca, his face dark with anger. He turned to me and said, "Shannon, Vivian was so upset with you that she tore up her wedding dress. Now she has nothing to wear for her wedding.

"Weren't you an apprentice of an embroidery expert? Make her a traditional wedding dress, and she'll forgive you."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Owen, didn't you claim that you remembered nothing? How do you know that I was trained in embroidery?"

A flicker of panic crossed his face. "I heard it from others."

I stared into his eyes, wanting to ask if he had also heard that I could no longer hold a needle.

Embroidery was intricate. It required perfect coordination between the mind, eyes, and hands.

Years ago, when I saved Owen from drowning, my eye was struck by a rock at the bottom of the river.

From that day on, my left eye's vision deteriorated to the point of near blindness. The doctor told me that if I insisted on continuing embroidery, I would eventually go completely blind in that eye.

At the time, a high-ranking official pressured me to embroider a gown for his wife.

Owen took a considerable risk to refuse on my behalf. He was thrown into prison and tortured, yet he never gave in.

When he was finally released, he held me tightly, his eyes red with emotion, and swore that he would never let anything harm my eyes again.

Yet, he was now forcing me to embroider a wedding dress for Vivian.

I felt utterly defeated. "I haven't embroidered in years. I won't be able to do it. Find someone else."

My fever had just broken, and my body still felt weak. I turned to leave after saying this.

Before I could leave, Owen grabbed my arm. He frowned. "How dare you refuse! Vivian saved your life, and you won't even make her a wedding dress? How do you expect me to believe that I ever loved you?"

It was that sentence again. Whenever I tried to trigger his memories, he would say that he couldn't believe that he had ever loved me.

I would try to convince him each time, telling him how deeply we loved each other and how much I adored him. But this time, I didn't want to say anything anymore.

"Maybe you really never loved me." My voice was cold. "Owen, the person you love is Vivian. I was the one being delusional."

Owen's expression darkened. He stared at me in disbelief, a flicker of panic flashing across his eyes.

A second later, it was replaced by mockery. "Is this your new trick? Are you playing hard to get?"

I was just about to shake my head when he tightened his grip on my arm until it hurt. "No matter what you try, I won't go easy on you. You will make that wedding dress whether you want to or not. Don't forget that you spent three years in a coma, living off my money. You owe me."

I was momentarily speechless.

I was pregnant with Luca too soon. At the time, Owen wanted to marry me, but I didn't want to hold a wedding while pregnant. We planned to register our marriage since we wouldn't have a wedding.

But on the day we were supposed to go to the city hall, we got into an accident.

A van lost control and headed straight for us. In that split second before impact, I instinctively shielded Owen with my own body.

So, even though we had a three-year-old child together, we were never legally married.

In that sense, Owen had no obligation to pay for my medical expenses.

He smirked in satisfaction when he saw me hesitate. He bent down and asked, "Well, Shannon? Will you pay me back the money or make the wedding dress?"

Thinking about the astronomical medical costs, I clenched my teeth. "Fine. I'll do it."

Owen straightened up. "Remember—Vivian wants this to be entirely handmade. You have one week to finish it on your own."

The embroidery style Vivian wanted was the most intricate, and I had to complete it alone. It was almost impossible. But knowing that finishing this wedding dress meant I could finally sever ties with Owen, I forced myself to keep going.

It had been so long since I last held a needle that I kept pricking my fingers. The bleeding was minor, but the pain—sharp and piercing—was enough to make me nearly pass out every time.

As the days passed, my vision started to blur. I could only afford three hours of sleep a day, and staring at the fine stitches for so long strained my eyes.

My left eye, already weak, deteriorated rapidly. By the third day, I could barely see anything out of it.

Fortunately, by the fifth day, I finished the wedding dress.

I called Owen and asked him to send someone to collect it.

To my surprise, the person who arrived was Vivian.

She ran her fingers over the deep fabric, a strange smile on her lips. "Shannon, your skills are as refined as ever. It's clear that you've put a lot of effort into this."

Exhausted beyond words, I had no patience for her games. I waved her off. "If you're satisfied, take it and leave."

"There's no rush. There's a loose thread here. Let me fix it."

Before I could react, she picked up a pair of scissors. The blade tore through the wedding dress' delicate neckline right before my eyes.

"No!" My scream was mixed with the sound of fabric ripping. But it was too late. In less than a minute, the wedding dress was reduced to shreds.

I dropped to my knees, gathering the ruined pieces in my arms, my heart breaking. "Why, Vivian? Why did you do this?"

I couldn't hold back anymore. I lunged at her, but before I could strike, someone grabbed my wrist. Owen shoved me to the ground.

"Shannon, I know you don't want me to marry Owen, but you and he are already in the past. All four of us could be happy, so why must you drag everyone into your misery?"

Vivian started crying. She said, "Owen, since the wedding dress is already ruined, let's not get married. I'll return you to her."

He reassured her, his tone gentle. "I'm yours."

He held her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, his gaze filled with devotion.

I had seen that look before. A long time ago, he had looked at me the same way. The weight of the realization crushed me.

I forced myself to speak. "I didn't ruin the wedding dress. She did it herself."

Owen's eyes burned with fury. "Do you think I would believe you? You're the cruelest woman I've ever met. You will fix the wedding dress before the wedding."

There were only two days left until their wedding.

I said truthfully, "I can't repair it. Find someone else."

Owen's expression darkened. Before he could bring up money, I said, "I'll pay you back."

I had saved up some money, originally intending to leave it for Luca before I completely lost my memories. But now, that was no longer an option. Nevertheless, I figured that I could still earn more since I was young.

While I was lost in thought, Owen snapped. He grabbed the scissors and started cutting apart the rest of the embroidered pieces in the cabinet.

I screamed, "Owen, stop! You're insane!"

But he didn't stop. As if possessed, he shredded everything.

My heart shattered alongside the ruined fabric. These weren't just my works but also my mentor's finest pieces. Each one was a masterpiece.

More than that, she had passed away years ago. Before she died, I had promised to preserve these works.

I tried to grab his hand, only for him to shove me away again and again.

Finally, he pulled out a wedding dress from the deepest part of the cabinet and coldly demanded, "Will you fix the wedding dress before the ceremony or not?"

That dress—it was the last thing my mentor had left me. She had once said that she wanted to see me wear it on my wedding day.

I had once worn it and showed it to Owen for fun, and that night, we conceived our child.

I could no longer refuse when he held the scissors over it. "I'll fix the wedding dress. Just don't touch that dress."

A smirk appeared on his lips as he tucked the dress under his arm. "When you bring me Vivian's wedding dress, I'll return this to you."

He turned to leave, pulling Vivian along.

I slumped to the floor, calling out to him one last time, "Owen."

He hesitated, glancing back.

"Do you really remember nothing? I haven't slept for five days to finish this dress. If I keep going, my hands will be ruined, and I'll go blind. Does that mean nothing to you?"

I looked at the man who I loved and hated. This was his last chance. If he admitted that he was only pretending to have amnesia, I would tell him everything.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face. His eyes softened. "Shannon, I—"

But before he could finish speaking, Vivian collapsed against him. "Owen, I don't feel well."

He immediately forgot about me and scooped her up in his arms. "Vivian, I'll take you to the hospital."

He cast one last glance at me when he reached the door, his voice dripping with disgust. "Stop pretending. Vivian already told me that your health has fully recovered. I won't fall for it."

The door slammed shut behind them. With it, my last shred of hope disappeared through the doorway along with Owen.

I sat motionless until I picked up the shredded wedding dress. Calling this a repair was a joke. I was practically remaking it from scratch.

Time was tight. Every second counted.

My vision was gone. My fingers, pierced over and over, were so torn and bloody that I could hardly hold the needle. I told myself repeatedly that I had to finish it and get my mentor's dress back.

By the end of another sleepless day and night, a new wedding dress lay before me.

As I stitched the final thread, all my strength drained away. I collapsed onto the table, my mind buzzing.

At the same time, something inside me was slipping away. I couldn't remember what it was.

I didn't know how much time passed before someone shook me awake.

Someone called out anxiously, "Shannon, are you okay?"

I looked up at the stranger, blinking in confusion. "Who are you?"

After a long silence, I asked, "Who is Shannon?"