When I Found Out Love No Longer ExistedChapter 1 He Forgot Me

As everyone told me that Ethan Wellington had lost his memory and forgotten about me, I didn't believe it.

However, when I went outside Ethan's hospital room and saw him looking at his childhood sweetheart affectionately, I felt my heart break.

Ethan had always known to keep his distance from other girls before. After he was in a relationship with me, there was never another girl around him. He was humble, courteous and gentle, and he looked at me with affection in his eyes.

Now, the way he looked at me was extremely cold, and the indifference in his eyes made me feel extremely frustrated.

"Who are you?"

My voice sounded hoarse as I lowered my head to hide the loss in my eyes when he asked me so indifferently. "My name is Victoria Wilson, and I'm your friend."

"No way. There's no way I could have a friend like you."

I had just returned from the hill. Upon hearing that he woke up, I stumbled all the way here, and I even fell on my way down the hill. My knees were bloody and numb with pain, and I looked dirty and embarrassed.

I quickly straightened my clothes. Before I could say anything, he added, "I don't know you, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't come back to pester me, as it would upset my fiancée."

"What? Fiancée?"

I looked over in surprise at his childhood sweetheart, Carolyn Blair, who was standing beside him.

Upon seeing my gaze, Carolyn looked at me provocatively and smugly. "Ms. Wilson, I wish you'd stop pestering my fiancé, and you're not welcome here.

"Get out!"

The look in Ethan's eyes was nothing but indifference like ice that would not melt in the snow-capped mountains or a sharp sword.

My sight was blurred by tears and I couldn't see their faces clearly for a moment. The feeling of heartbreak made me feel like I was a fish jumping on the shore, unable to catch my breath, and having to prolong my last gasp.

When I returned from the hospital, I was depressed, and I went to our wedding room in a daze.

The house was designed by Ethan and I, and the putty on the walls proved that we both worked on it. He preferred black while I favored white. He humored me, so the entire interior decoration of the house was in accordance with my preferences.

At that time, when I asked him why he did so, he said, "Because where you are is my home. Wherever you are, I'll be there."