My Husband Forgot He Loved Me

At the Wedding Venue.

Ellie looked at the man standing opposite her. He still carried the image from her memories—tall, handsome, striking, and steadfast.

At last, she had fulfilled her wish: she had become his wife.

The ceremonial music echoed around them. Ellie watched as Galvin took one step after another toward her, her heart brimming with joy and happiness.

His eyes never left her. Ellie couldn't help but smile softly, her gaze shining with the light of bliss.

She waited for Galvin to come closer, to take her hand, and to pledge their love together.

But Galvin stopped.

Right in front of Ellie, before the eyes of everyone present, he pulled another woman onto the stage.

Galvin smirked at Ellie mockingly before wrapping his arm tightly around Fidelia's waist.

A shiver ran down Ellie's spine. What was he trying to do?

She knew Fidelia. The woman had pursued Galvin for a long time, yet he had never spared her a single glance.

And yet, why now? Why was Galvin pulling Fidelia onto the stage?

The ominous premonition in her heart had come true.

Under the gaze of everyone, Galvin cradled Fidelia's face and pressed a firm kiss against her cheek.

And Ellie saw it—the triumphant smile Fidelia directed at her.

Ellie couldn’t believe what was unfolding before her eyes. It felt as though she had been slapped—her face burned with humiliation.

She couldn't bear to watch any longer. Closing her eyes in pain, she heard the murmurs and whispers rising around her.

Galvin sneered as he looked at Ellie.

"Ellie, the day you used such despicable means to force me into marrying you, you should have known this was how it would end."

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her face pale. Ellie shook her head repeatedly. "I didn't do it. I didn't use any despicable means."

"Oh? Then do you think I married you of my own free will? Do you think I wanted to marry you? Do you actually believe I like you?"

Galvin's sharp gaze locked onto Ellie, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

"Ellie, let me tell you this—no matter what, even if I marry you, my hatred for you will never end. I will only despise you more. Don't ever dream of receiving my love!"

All eyes turned to Ellie. She felt as if she had been stripped bare, completely exposed before everyone.

The shame was unbearable, suffocating.

Whispers and murmurs filled the room, each word slicing through her.

"I told you, the one Galvin loved was obviously Glenda. How could he possibly marry Ellie?"

"She's a shameless woman who forced her sister's boyfriend to marry her."

"Didn't you hear what Galvin said? He absolutely loathes Ellie."

Ellie’s face grew paler. She shook her head desperately. "No, it's not true. It’s not like that."

Galvin was hers!

He had been her boyfriend from the very beginning!

Tears welled up and spilled down Ellie’s cheeks.

But... who would ever believe that?

The moments they had shared, the promises whispered between them, every second spent together—

All of it, even Galvin himself, had completely forgotten.

After the car accident, Galvin lost every memory of her. The most heartbreaking part was that Ellie had spent three months in a hospital bed, yet Galvin never once came to see her.

And when she was finally able to walk again and hurried to find him, she discovered that not only had Galvin lost his memory, but he had also fallen for her own sister—Glenda Hawkins.

Galvin’s icy eyes bore into Ellie. "Ellie, look at yourself—how utterly shameful. Now everyone has seen your true colors. You keep pretending to be pitiful, but in reality, you're more malicious than anyone! You forced your sister to go to Japan just to trap me into marrying you. Did you think that if I never saw Glenda, I would end up loving you? Dream on!"