Chapter 4My ex-boyfriend lost his memory. He remembered everyone except me.

Watching the dumpling roll several times on the floor, I looked up, giving him a long, hard stare.

Jax then belatedly realized what he’d done, and his expression grew awkward as he quickly offered an explanation.

"The housekeeper at home never buys seafood. I've told her several times. She must have mentioned it."

After that, he didn't dare look at my face again, turning instead to peel shrimp.

Chloe leaned in close to his ear, whispering something I couldn't quite catch.

Whatever she said, Jax's Adam's apple bobbed. He put down the shrimp and, grabbing my arm, led me out of the ceremony.

I didn't care where they went.

Not until the bouquet toss was over did I get up to use the restroom.

As I reached the door, I heard loud, rhythmic slapping sounds coming from inside.

I stopped, holding my breath.

After a few minutes of silence, a low male voice came from the innermost stall.

"God, you're so wild. You wear clothes like that to a wedding, huh?"

"Don't you like it?"

A soft gasp, followed by a light chuckle.

"Of course, I like it."

I looked up at the sign above the door, my fingernails digging deeply into my palms.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and the restroom fell silent again.

I took one last look at the tightly closed stall, my eyes red, then turned and left.

At three o'clock that afternoon, the wedding ended.

After saying goodbye to Maya, I went downstairs.

Stepping out of the elevator, I saw a familiar sports car parked on the street.

I pretended not to notice, about to hail a cab, when Chloe, appearing out of nowhere, grabbed my arm.

"Jax had company business and left, leaving his car for me. We live close by, want a ride?"

I refused without a second thought.

But Chloe ignored me, forcefully pushing me into the passenger seat, locking the doors, and stepping on the gas.

She drove fast, so I quickly fastened my seatbelt.

All the way, Chloe, under the guise of casual conversation, constantly boasted and provoked me.

"You knew Jax was faking his amnesia all along, didn't you? Why didn't you call him out?"

My eyes narrowed for a brief moment, my face impassive.

"None of your business."

"How is it none of my business? I want to stand openly by Jax's side and be his fiancée too. Even if he doesn't feel that way now, you know how much he loves my body. He'll fall for me eventually, don't you think?"

I didn't bother responding, just looked out the window.

Seeing I wouldn't take the bait, Chloe got angry and threw out a few more taunts.

I simply closed my eyes, pretending she wasn't even there.

This blatant disregard infuriated Chloe.

Looking at the upcoming turn, I hardened my resolve, jerked the steering wheel hard, and crashed straight into the barrier.

"Bang—"

Under the violent impact, I lunged forward uncontrollably.

I opened my eyes to a shower of glass shards, instinctively raising my arms to shield myself.

Crimson blood streamed down my arm.

My head hit the side door with a violent thud, and my vision went black.

I passed out.

I don't know how much time passed, but a cacophony of voices slowly reached my ears.

"Both patients' hands require immediate surgery, but the hospital only has one surgeon available. The patient who doesn't receive timely treatment might suffer permanent disability. Mr. Sterling, who do you want us to save?"

Hearing those words, I forced myself to consciousness, squeezing out a few words from my throat.

"Jax, I… I still need to... to do photography. My hands… they can't... they can't have any problems."

The warm hand that had been holding my left hand suddenly released me when it heard my voice.

I managed to open my eyes just in time to catch a fleeting look of panic on Jax’s face.

He placed his hand on Chloe's shoulder, his voice firm.

"Save Chloe first."