Chapter 4

The moment I departed from Henley Group, word of Darren's return from the dead spread like wildfire across the internet, accompanied by news of his impending marriage.

Naturally, my parents caught wind of this momentous event and immediately reached out to inquire about the situation.

I recounted everything in great detail, but their reaction was one of increased anger, expressing their intention to confront Darren directly.

"That's unnecessary," I swiftly interjected. "His memory is gone; we can't hold him accountable."

I reasoned that if given the choice, he wouldn't have willingly erased his memories. He wouldn't have chosen to forget me.

In fact, I could sense it from our first encounter after his return. He still exhibited many mannerisms and gestures unique to our time together.

There was even a small scar on his hand, a remnant from one of our playful moments together.

I noticed how he would often gaze at that scar, lost in thought.