Chapter 3
I woke up in a hospital bed.
A handsome young man stood beside me.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice
cool yet concerned.
Recognizing him, I burst into tears and threw
myself at him.
“Quincy! You’re finally back!”
He stiffened. “Lin Raina?”
I sobbed, “I had a high fever, and I couldn’t
reach you!”
“Our wedding is in a month! Where were
you?!”
Quincy looked shocked. He paused.
“Who are you?”
I was confused. “You’re Quincy, the second
son of the Qin family, my fiancé, my
childhood sweetheart!”
“What are you talking about?” His eyes
widened.
I glared back. “What do you mean?”
His eyes flickered. “You’ve always liked…”
I interrupted, furious. “Quincy, our wedding is
next month! Are you trying to back out?”
Quincy and I stared at each other, then he
pressed the call button.
“Nurse, please come quickly. The patient
seems to have memory issues.”
The diagnosis came back: temporary memory
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loss due to a high fever.
Physically, I was fine, but my memory
recovery was uncertain.
My parents spoke with the doctor while
Quincy and I were left alone.
I tugged on his sleeve, confused. “My memory
really is messed up?”
“But I clearly remember our wedding is next
month.”
Quincy’s breathing hitched.
“Lin Raina, you heard the doctor.”
“If you marry me, and then your memory
comes back…”
I interrupted. “I won’t regret it.”
“I’m a grown woman. I take responsibility for
my choices.”
He looked stunned.
“But I can’t force you to do something you
don’t want.”
I hugged my knees, feeling dejected
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“If I’m mistaken, then forget it. It’s my
memory problem, not your fault.”
He took my hand.
He looked me in the eyes.
“Let’s get married.”
His breath was shallow. “Next month.”
I was discharged soon after.
My family avoided talking about the past.
My phone was gone; I must have lost it on the
way to the hospital.
My parents readily agreed to my request to
marry Quincy next month.
Wedding preparations began.
I dragged Quincy around, choosing rings,
dresses, and decorations.
After picking out the rings, I took a sneaky
photo of Quincy and posted it on social
media.
“Picked out our rings! His taste isn’t as good
as mine.”
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I expected congratulatory messages from my
friends.
Instead, my comments exploded.
“Huh?”
“Wait, am I seeing things? When did Garrett
get plastic surgery?”
“You’re blind! That’s Quincy!”
I was still confused when my best friend,
Molly, bombarded me with texts.
“You dumped Garrett?”
I typed: “Who’s Garrett?”
Before I sent it, Molly sent me a bar location.
“Meet me tomorrow, my treat. We need to
talk.”
The next afternoon, I arrived at the bar.
A stranger approached me.
“Raina, why did you suddenly get engaged to
Quincy?”
“It must’ve been hard convincing your parents
to approve the Garrett marriage. Did you give
up because of all that online drama?”
Molly returned with our drinks, overhearing
the conversation.
“Why are you bringing that up? We’ve said
this a million times. Raina would never cling
to Garrett; he’s nothing special.”
“If you don’t stop, I’m leaving. We’re done
being friends.”
The girl shut up, embarrassed.
The air was thick with awkwardness. I spoke
“What are you guys talking about?”
“I’ve always loved Quincy. Even if it was an
arranged marriage, the Qin and Lynn families
are old friends. There’s no way it would’ve
been someone else.”
Silence.
Everyone looked past me.
I turned around. I met a pair of icy eyes.
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