Chapter 1

My partner, Henry Scott, experienced a mishap that resulted in amnesia. Strangely, he became unexpectedly affectionate.

The same man who once hesitated to purchase expensive items for me now lavished me with them. He vowed to bring me the celestial bodies.

He even went as far as to order various intimate accessories online.

However, just as I timidly attempted to explore these new "presents," he abruptly took them away.

In an instant, the formerly innocent, puppy-like boyfriend transformed into a predator in disguise, forcefully restraining me.

Caught up in the moment, he whispered in my ear, "Hmm, Sienna, your skin feels softer than before."

His words jolted me back to reality.

Sienna was the name of the college student he supported financially—who was also his secret lover.

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Upon hearing about Henry's car accident, I hurried to the hospital without delay.

Seeing that he was unharmed, I breathed a sigh of relief.

As his eyes slowly opened and he saw me, his face immediately brightened.

His first words were, "This is the perfect opportunity! While we're alone, let's continue what we started!"

I was bewildered, unsure of his meaning.

Before I could respond, Henry pinned me down.

Feeling his unmistakable warmth, my face flushed crimson.

"Henry, you've just had surgery. Your body needs time to recover. We can take it slow... there will be plenty of chances later."

But he interrupted me abruptly. "Sienna, haven't we done this countless times? Remember that time at Lianna's father's funeral? This is just a hospital. It's not that outrageous, right?"

I was stunned into silence.

Sienna was the name of the college student he financially supported.

Lianna—that was my name.

Recently, my father had passed away unexpectedly.

At his funeral, I cried so hard that I lost consciousness. When I came to, Henry, who had been with me, was nowhere to be found.

When I finally located him, his neck was covered in suspicious red marks.

When I questioned him about it, he averted his gaze. "Mosquito bites," he claimed.

My eyes welled up with tears as I stared at him now.

"Who do you think I am?" I asked, my voice quivering.

Henry looked perplexed.

"You're Sienna, of course," he stated matter-of-factly.

Then, narrowing his eyes slightly, he added, "You've been with me for six years. Don't tell me you're growing tired of me now. Don't worry, I'll still be capable even when I'm old."

We had only been together for seven years. His words chilled me to the bone.

I instinctively pushed him away.

Seeing my reaction, Henry frowned. "Sienna, is this about that new LV bag? Fine, I'll buy you an entire collection. Why the sudden outburst?"

This was the first time I'd witnessed such generosity from him. Previously, whenever I showed interest in luxury items, he would lecture me from his moral high ground. "A single bag costs more than a rural child's living expenses for years! Why waste money on such unnecessary things?"

Now, he reached out to embrace me again.

I pushed him away once more. "I'm menstruating. It's not a good time."

Without waiting for his response, I stumbled out of the hospital room, my mind reeling from the overwhelming revelations.

I went directly to consult the doctor.

Adjusting his glasses, the doctor explained, "The patient suffered a head injury from the accident. This can sometimes lead to cognitive confusion or misidentification of individuals. It's an uncommon condition, but it does occur."

Upon hearing this, I leaned against the wall, my strength ebbing away as I slid to the floor.

I sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

Then, wiping away the tears at the corners of my eyes, I slowly stood up and composed myself.

I took out my phone and dialed a number.

"Mom, I've made a decision. I'm returning to take over the family business."

Being resolute and level-headed had always been my approach to handling situations.