The Husband Who Stole My Memory

Summary

The day I was supposed to marry the love of my life, Damon Blackwood blew up the venue.

He found me in the wreckage and pulled me out with his bare hands.

Gazing at my dazed, amnesiac state, he carefully masked the raw ecstasy in his eyes and choked out a trembling lie: he was my fiancé. He was my love.

After that, Damon loved me for four whole years.

Then, he got bored.