Chapter 2Glitch in the System: The Erased Years

My attention shifted to the lock screen photo.

It was a close-up selfie of two people cheek-to-cheek.

The two people in the photo were me and the handsome guy standing in front of me.

I unlocked the phone and opened the gallery. There were many photos of him.

Judging from the angles, most were taken secretly.

There were shots of him playing basketball, his profile while drinking water, and him sleeping with his head on a desk...

"You actually took this many secret photos of me?" The guy leaned closer, his tone smug. "Now do you believe we're a couple?"

I pushed him away expressionlessly: "But I have absolutely no memory of you in my head. Stay away from me!"

"Oh, then let me introduce myself." His phone chimed. He picked it up and glanced at it, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.

He typed a reply, his attention entirely on his phone, his tone casual.

"I'm Ethan Vance. The boyfriend you stalked and shamelessly chased for a whole year before finally getting..."

With a few simple sentences, he summarized my experiences over the past few years.

As soon as I started college, I set my sights on Ethan, a rich kid, and became his ultimate lapdog.

I followed him around constantly, impossible to shake off.

I obeyed his every word.

My behavior was high-profile and bold.

Everyone at the university knew me.

After more than a year of relentless pursuit, I actually succeeded.

Ethan, the playboy, after a few brief flings and dumping several girlfriends, finally agreed to my pursuit.

The whole school was taking bets on how long it would take for him to dump me.

But surprisingly, a month passed, years passed, we graduated college, and we still hadn't broken up.

Recently, after I finished my master's degree, Ethan even agreed to my proposal.

He, who never posted on social media, made a high-profile announcement that we were getting our marriage license.

Yesterday, we went to the courthouse together.

At the entrance, he was called out.

It was his childhood friend, Mia, who had been abroad for years.

She bit her lip, grabbed his arm, and asked: "Can you not get married?"

Angry, I got into an argument with her. In the scuffle, she tripped me.

My head hit the steps, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I was the amnesiac me of today.

Ethan was still looking down, replying to messages, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Mia didn't do it on purpose, and you just have amnesia, no serious physical harm. Don't be unreasonable."

"She's coming to visit you later. Be magnanimous and treat her nicely."

"She and I are just childhood friends who grew up together. Stop being jealous over nothing."

I took a deep breath and reminded him: "Did you forget? I have amnesia."

"To me right now, you are a complete stranger. Why would I be jealous?"

Ethan put his phone in his pocket and leaned over me.

His eyes were full of certainty.

"Back then, it was love at first sight for you. You said my face was perfectly sculpted to your aesthetic."

"So don't worry, you'll fall in love with me all over again."