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As a child, a car crash erased all of Leslie's memories of Denver Dillahunt.

Years later, fate brought them together again.

She couldn't place him, while he viewed her as a substitute for his childhood love.

Their relationship spanned four years before they decided to tie the knot.

Unexpectedly, someone claiming to be his childhood sweetheart entered their lives—and took everything from Leslie.

Rather than fight back, Leslie vanished on their wedding day.

Eventually, her lost memories resurfaced.

Denver finally understood her true identity.

Overwhelmed with guilt for not recognizing her earlier, he even injured one of his eyes, hoping for her forgiveness.

But she responded firmly, "Denver, we can't undo the past."

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Had it not been for that small fender bender, Leslie Jeffries wouldn't have checked her vehicle's dashcam. And she wouldn't have uncovered evidence of her fiancé's infidelity.

The video was unmistakable: a young woman embraced Denver and kissed him.

Denver—her soon-to-be husband—didn't resist.

As Leslie tried to process this, the driver who bumped her car knocked on her window, attempting to settle.

"Miss, can we handle this without involving insurance? I could give you $70 for the repairs?"

But Leslie had lost interest in the accident. She dismissed the driver, telling him to go.

With shaky hands, she began reviewing the most recent dashcam recordings.

Each one felt like a stab to her heart:

Three nights ago, Denver wasn't at a work dinner—he was on a romantic date with that woman.

The previous weekend, his supposed business trip was actually a getaway with her.

Two months back, he gave Leslie a Cartier watch from his French trip. In reality, he was there to buy his mistress a Patek Philippe, with the Cartier as an afterthought.

And that other woman—Kiana Lawrence—had only moved into their home half a year ago.

Denver had introduced her as his long-lost sister.

"What kind of sister acts so intimately with her brother?" Leslie thought bitterly. "It's revolting and pitiful!"

Leslie sat by the roadside for an unknown time until her phone rang. It was Denver.

"Darling, your car's ready. I'm coming to get you now."

She tried to speak, but a lump in her throat prevented any words from coming out.

"Hello? Darling, are you there?" he asked softly.

"Yes..." she managed to whisper as tears began to fall.

She covered her mouth to muffle her sobs.

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you still at the bridal shop?" he inquired. "Stay put, I'm on my way!"

He ended the call, located her via the car's GPS, and rushed to her.

Ten minutes later, Denver found Leslie sitting on the sidewalk outside the bridal shop, looking dazed.

Without a word, he embraced her.

"You had me worried sick! What happened?"

Leslie didn't reveal the truth. "I-I'm sorry. I accidentally scratched your car..."

Denver sighed with relief. "Is that all? Darling, it's just a scratch. Don't cry over something so minor. I'll take care of it, okay?"

He gently caressed her face, smiling as he asked, "Did you choose a wedding dress, by the way?"

She had narrowed it down to three options and was waiting for his input.

But now, watching him lie to her face, she realized the dress no longer mattered.

"Yes, I picked one. Let's go home."

The streets of Los Angeles remained bustling with cars and pedestrians.

But Leslie's world was crumbling.

In the passenger seat, she remained silent—unlike her usual self.

Denver reached out and squeezed her hand, concerned.

"What's the matter, darling? Why so quiet?"

Suddenly, Leslie's gaze fell on the glove compartment. There, in plain view, was a lipstick.