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In the seventh year of my relationship with Sakura, she accidentally slipped in the bathroom, forgetting everything except her childhood sweetheart, Zoran.
She said she only loved Zoran.
On the eve of the competition, she had someone kidnap me and injure my hands so I couldn't compete.
"Who do you think you are to compete with Brother Zoran?"
Until I accidentally overheard her conversation with the doctor.
"Miss Everhart, if Jaxon finds out you had me switch his hand injury medication for epilepsy drugs, he might... Plus, you've been faking amnesia for a while now. Jaxon comes every day to ask about your recovery, and I'm starting to feel really guilty..."
Sakura's voice was ice-cold.
"It's just ruining his hands, not taking his life. What, is he going to kill himself just because he can't paint anymore?"
"I promised Brother Zoran I'd stay with him until he gets better. Jaxon won't find out. Once Zoran's wishes are fulfilled and he's no longer suicidal, I'll naturally regain my memory."
"Just come up with another excuse to brush off Jaxon!"

Love and Hatred Fade with the Wind

I writhed in pain, my body hunched over as I gasped for air.


Zoran's face was pale, contorted in agony.


"Sakura, Jaxon's painting was taken down from the exhibition. They said he plagiarized my work. He just rushed over here demanding I hand over the original..."


"When I refused, he poured boiling water..."


My eyes widened in disbelief. I never imagined Zoran would slander me like this. Just as I was about to defend myself, I saw Sakura's face change dramatically.


Her eyes churned with volcanic fury, ready to erupt.


"Jaxon! You bastard! It's bad enough that you plagiarize, but how dare you do this to Zoran?!"


"Someone as cruel-hearted as you – even if I regained my memories, I could never love you!"


The disgust in Sakura's eyes felt palpable, her single glance tearing my heart to shreds.


Fighting through the excruciating pain, I asked, enunciating each word: "Is this really who you think I am?"


Sakura couldn't be bothered to respond. She called for help to carry Zoran away. As she left, her voice was ice-cold, dripping with revulsion.


Early the next morning, I found my front door vandalized with paint.


Now I understood what Sakura meant by making me pay.She bought trending topics to tarnish my reputation in the art world.


To get revenge for Zoran, she claimed all my paintings were plagiarized.


"All his paintings are copied from Zoran's work."


"He has no real talent. His past success was just bought with my money."


The online abuse was unbearable. Some even doxxed my home address to attack me.


The staff at my studio called in a panic.


"This is bad! Jaxon, Sakura brought people to wreck our studio!"


I rushed to the studio to find Sakura blocking the entrance with a group of bodyguards.


"You got here fast. Do you know how much Zoran suffered yesterday? You knew how important hands are to an artist, yet you dared to pour boiling water on him!"


"Since that's the case, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. You'll never dare lay a hand on Zoran again!"


Two bodyguards stepped forward to restrain me. I felt my breath catch.


"Sakura, I promise I won't bother you anymore! Don't touch the studio! My mother left it to me!"


Sakura acted as if she hadn't heard, ordering the remaining bodyguards to storm into the studio and violently tear it apart.They directly tore down the oil paintings exhibited on the walls, some breaking through the protective covers and splashing paint all over them!


My head exploded with a deafening boom, as if the world had collapsed around me. I let out a trembling, shattered roar.


Sakura held my mother's final painting in her hands, setting it ablaze with a lighter.


I fell to my knees, my face as white as paper, begging Sakura incessantly.


I even kowtowed to her, pleading for her to spare the studio.


"Stop! Sakura! I was wrong! I plagiarized, it was my fault. Everything is my fault. I'll accept any punishment you want to give me, do anything to me, just please, don't touch this studio..."


"Jaxon, today you're going to suffer through all of this!"


As the fire burned out, my heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. Blood welled up and spilled from the corner of my mouth.


Looking at my bloodshot eyes and lifeless appearance, a flicker of panic crossed Sakura's mind.


Chapter 4