Chapter 1

Three days before our wedding, my fiancée went to a church to pray for our future. On her way down the steps, she accidentally missed a step and hit her head.

I rushed to the hospital in a panic, but she claimed she didn't know me.

The doctor told me it might be temporary amnesia, but when I went back, I accidentally overheard her conversation with a friend.

"Vivienne, you're so clever. Now the wedding will definitely be postponed."

"I feel bad about deceiving him, but I just had an abortion and need time to recover. We can't have a wedding with only the groom there."

"I love Archer, and I promised to give him a perfect wedding."

Vivienne was all smiles in the hospital room, but I stood frozen outside the door.

She had an abortion?

But I had never even touched her!

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I can't remember how I got home, only know that when I came back to my senses, I had already left the hospital.

Looking at the warm wedding room decorated by my own hands, my heart just surged with the impulse to smash all of them, when the mobile phone suddenly rang.

‘Mr Frost, we've seen that you've made an appointment for a ligature operation in half a month.’

‘The hospital needs you to come in for a physical examination as soon as possible, so that they can arrange a specific time for the surgery.’

The nurse's gentle voice came from there, but I couldn't help but squeeze my mobile phone tightly.

Because of some reasons, I would like to have my own children, but Fang Mu said that having a child is too painful, and will affect their figure, even if married, but also to be a lifelong Dink.

We argued about this for a long time, until we set a wedding date and listened to her vision of married life, I secretly changed my decision.

I made an appointment to have my tubes tied and prepared to spend the rest of my life with her.

Originally, I had planned to tell her about it on our wedding day as a wedding gift and a promise for the rest of our lives.

‘Sir, sir, can you hear me?’

‘When will you be available for your check-up?’

I snapped back to my senses and said on the other side of the phone, ‘No, cancel the appointment for me.’

"Huh?" The nurse paused for a moment, double-checking with me, "Sir, are you sure you want to cancel your surgery appointment?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, I'll just need to confirm your personal information before I can process that for you. Could you please tell me your full name......"

After I hung up the phone, I noticed several new messages on my cell.

[Someone just called claiming to be from the wedding planning company. I've already told them to cancel the wedding.]

[I don't know how many people you've paid off, even the doctor says I have amnesia. But let me tell you, I don't know you right now, so there's no way I'm marrying you.]

Both messages were from Vivienne.

Just as I finished reading them, my phone rang again.

It was the wedding planner.

"Mr. Frost, I just called your fiancée to confirm some details, but she said she doesn't know you and told me to cancel the wedding outright."

"Your fiancée seems to be in an unusual state, so I'm calling to confirm with you. Are you certain you want to cancel the wedding scheduled for three days from now?"

"If that's really the case, I'll start the cancellation process on my end."

If I hadn't overheard the conversation in the hospital room, how would I be reacting right now?I don't know if Vivienne is putting on an act or if this is a strategic retreat, but since she said to cancel the wedding, I'll grant her wish.

I laugh at myself inwardly and say to the coordinator, "Just as she said, cancel the wedding!"

The coordinator's professionalism prevents her from asking for details. After confirming once more, she hesitates and says, "Since you're the one breaking the contract, regarding the deposit..."

To give Vivienne a grand wedding, not to mention the final budget, the initial deposit alone was in the millions.

Now, with only three days until the original wedding date, the wedding company has already invested more than half of the money to set up the venue. If I insist on getting the deposit back now, they can't afford to lose that money.

This is also one of Vivienne's leverage points against me.

Compared to canceling the wedding, the cost of temporarily postponing it until she regains her memory is obviously lower.

I smile and give the coordinator some reassurance.

"It's alright, it's not your fault. Just handle the deposit according to your policies."

The coordinator hangs up the phone with profuse thanks. I look at the dark screen of my phone and mutter to myself.

"Vivienne, I've done as you said. I hope you'll be happy when you find out."