"Bring me all the journals about Simon. I've decided to forget him."

"Really?"

My best friend, Wendy Yaleman, sounded thrilled on the other end of the call.

She had always advised me to get a divorce.

She said, "The moment you're unhappy, it's a sign this marriage has failed. He hasn't made your relationship public after all these years—does that even count as love?"

Back then, I knew deep down that Simon's actions were disrespectful.

But how did I defend him?

I told myself he was busy and his career came first, but reality slapped me.

In a survival reality show, he worked seamlessly with Hannah, calling her "my cutie pie" every chance he got.

Rumors about them were flying everywhere.

Wendy was right. I was not only a fool but also blind.

But I couldn't keep pretending when the truth stared me in the face. I was genuinely exhausted.

I nodded firmly. "Wendy, I appreciate it. But I want to burn those journals myself."

"No worries, I'll fly right over to your next shooting spot."

Her reply lifted a bit of the heaviness in my heart.

I kicked off my heels and trudged back to camp.

Although filming had wrapped, everyone was still up.

Some guests played chess while Hannah and Simon sat huddled together for warmth.

One guest teased, "No wonder everyone said Hannah turned down so many offers during the show. She's already taken!"

Simon didn't deny it. Instead, he pulled Hannah's hands into his lap and held them carefully.

Hannah blushed and buried her head into his chest.

The atmosphere turned cold immediately after I came back.

Someone mumbled softly.

"I saw Ms. Stevens called Mr. Ford away and she came back looking pretty down."

"She's that infamous third wheel, isn't she? Knowing full well his ideal type is Hannah, yet shamelessly clinging to him."

Hannah must have heard the murmurs because she couldn't hide her smug smile.

"Claire, want to join us by the fire?"

"No, tha—"

Before I could finish, Simon cut me off coldly.

"Don't come over. There's no place for you here."

I nodded calmly and was about to leave when he called me.

A hot water bottle was thrown into my arms when I looked back.

He didn't even glance at me, his expression icy as he returned to cuddling Hannah.

I stared at the hot water bottle, thinking about his public persona as a cold yet secretly warm-hearted "tsundere" film star.

He was just as committed to the role off-camera.

Clutching the hot water bottle, I went into my tent.

It felt like I'd been shut out of the world.

Outside, there was laughter and joy; inside, only silence and solitude.

I have amnesia—my memories reset every three years. Anything after the age of 20 slowly fades away. That's why I keep thick journals documenting my life over the years.

Half—no, more than half—of those entries are about Simon.

We dated for three years and were secretly married for another three.

The first time I told Simon I was on the verge of forgetting him, he was packing for a film shoot.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "Now's not the time for jokes. I know you can't bear to lose me. I'm doing this for our future."

A young, lively girl was always more interesting than someone as dull and insecure as me.

Hannah was the lead actress in that film. During the shoot, rumors about them started swirling.

The paparazzi even caught Simon sneaking into Hannah's hotel room late at night, claiming they were likely in a secret relationship.

After seeing the scandal, I called him to demand an explanation.

Simon replied calmly, "We were just discussing the script, Claire. If outsiders don't trust me, do you not trust me either?"

Love had become a weapon to destroy me. I loved him, so I stayed silent.

After a moment, my voice trembled despite my effort to sound steady. "I trust you."

But the voice that came through next wasn't Simon's.

"Honey, the food is all served. Aren't you coming?"

I was about to say something, but the sharp click as he hung up the phone felt like a physical blow.

Bitterness piled up in my throat and my chest felt tight with suffocating pain.

Sweet memories of us together raced through my mind.

On the last day of our three-year relationship, I bought a ticket to their movie premiere.

Watching them interact intimately on stage, they reenacted the iconic confession scene from the film.

The glasses I wore as a disguise fogged up with tears. A girl beside me noticed my quiet sobs and handed me a pack of tissues.

The tissues had pictures of Simon and Hannah printed on them.

"You think their love is touching too, right? They're really such a perfect match!"

Tears fell onto my journal as my memories blurred.

When I came back to my senses, I instinctively wiped the tear stains from my face and silently left with my journal in hand.

I flipped through my journal and recalled our memories when I got home.

When Simon returned, he casually drank the soup I had made. He smiled, saying, "So you haven't forgotten me after all? I knew you were trying to trick me into coming back earlier."

Even now, he still thought I was lying to him.

I gave a bitter laugh, curled up in my blanket and clung to the faint warmth of a hot water bottle.

The following day, the production team announced we'd move to Switzerland for the shoot.

My seat on the flight was next to Simon's.

Hannah looked at me with expectant eyes. She was just about to speak when I handed her my ticket.

"Let's switch seats."

She feigned hesitation and coyly replied, "Don't you want to sit next to Simon? Even if I'm not by his side, I believe our hearts are always together."

She looked at me with a challenging glint, eager to see my reaction.

As the deadline approached, I had gradually forgotten the good times we used to have and only remembered Simon's recent coldness towards me.

I responded flatly, "Oh."

"If you don't want it, I'll find someone else to switch with."

Unusually direct in public, Simon grabbed my arm and snapped, "Is that how much you don't want to sit with me?"

I had no idea why he was so upset.

Maybe it was because I'd hurt his pride?

Confused, I asked, "Do you want to sit with me? I thought you'd prefer to be with Hannah."

My words struck a nerve. Simon snatched my ticket and pulled Hannah close.

"Since you don't want to, then stay away from me for the rest of your life!"

I watched as he stormed off with Hannah, gripping her waist tightly.

My eyes stung, but my heart strangely didn't ache as much.

His final threatening words didn't carry much weight for me anymore.

During our free time in Switzerland, I bought a new journal.

I filled it with people and moments that truly mattered.

This time, Simon was omitted.

After boarding the program crew's bus, I looked out the window. The snowy landscape stretched endlessly, peaceful and serene.

The world was entire of beautiful things, yet it felt like I was trapped in Simon's orbit.

I became an actress because of him and every role I've taken has been to get closer to his sets.

I pressed my pen hard against the paper, writing down everything I wanted to experience in the future.

Focused on my writing, I didn't notice Hannah leaning over.

She snatched my notebook and began reading aloud with a teasing grin.

"Go deep-sea diving?"

"Claire, have you never done this before? If you go, you could ask Simon to join you. He taught me personally the last time I went."

Of course, I already knew—she'd posted about it on her social media.

His long, elegant fingers had held her steady as she dove.

Those same hands once gripped mine just as tightly.

Simon's expression darkened as he overheard her words.

Then my phone buzzed. I opened it to see his message, which was still pinned at the top of my chat list.

After unpinning the chat, I read his message.

"Why do you keep bringing up things from so long ago? Is it necessary, Claire?"

"I can recommend an instructor if you want to try diving, but if you expect me to join you. Sorry, I'm busy."

I stared at the message momentarily, set his chat to "Do Not Disturb," and replied with a simple "Oh."

I watched his face darken suddenly, but I didn't care. I snatched back my diary and glared at Hannah.

"There are no cameras now, so nobody likes a loudmouth like you."

Hannah turned to Simon with a pitiful look. "Simon."

As Simon was about to say something, I put on my headphones, cutting him off.

Wendy had already arrived in Switzerland, so I sent her the hotel location arranged by the production team.

Not long after, there was a knock at my door.

I rushed to the door without even putting on my shoes.

As I opened the door, my smile faltered. "What are you doing here?"

Standing there was Simon.

Instead of answering my question, he frowned deeply and asked, "Who were you expecting? Are you unhappy to see me?"

Recently, Simon had been acting strangely—almost unrecognizably so.

When we used to film at the same hotel, he never came looking for me and didn't allow me to seek him out either.

"Work comes first. We're married, but does it matter if we stay together or not?"

But now, he was asking me things like.

"Why didn't you come see me today? Do you even remember we're married?"

I replied flatly, "Better to avoid rumors."

He instinctively retorted, "We're abroad!"

Before he could say more, my phone rang. Wendy was calling to tell me she was stuck outside the hotel.

At that moment, Simon noticed I was barefoot and sneered, "Who are you so excited about? No wonder you've been acting so … "

"It's none of your business," I cut him off coldly.

Just as he used to say to me whenever I questioned him about Hannah.

I threw on my clothes, slipped into my shoes and didn't even spare a glance for Simon as I bolted downstairs.

Wendy handed me a thick stack of notebooks and we found a quiet spot together.

She watched me nervously, worried I'd have second thoughts.

I gave her a bitter smile. "This time, I truly want to forget, Wendy. Three days—that's all that's left."

As I spoke, I lit a match.

The paper slowly turned to ash in the fire, just as my love for you faded.

I handed Wendy a new journal. "Three days from now, give this back to me."

The Swiss Alps were breathtaking, their peaks seeming to melt into the clear blue sky.