Summary
Even after losing her memory, she fell in love with the same man again—could it be fate?
Cotton has no recollection of anything from the past ten years. Despite that, she met someone she loved and went on to have a blissful wedding. But the very next day, her husband changed completely.
“So you’ve been rolling around with someone of low birth—no wonder your manners have sunk to the gutter.”
Believing there must be some misunderstanding, she tried to resolve it, but all she received in return was cold disdain. Over the course of their marriage—one year that felt both fleeting and endless—Cotton withered away like a flower nearing the end of its life.
Then, as if the heavens took pity on her, a miracle occurred—her memories returned. Her true name was Renedia, and her husband, Rikton, had once been her lover and fiancé in the past.
Even without her memories, she had fallen in love with the same man again—surely that must have been fate.
But perhaps it was not for him.
He abandoned her, crushed her, trampled on her, and tore her apart. Time and again, she tried to gather the pieces of her heart, but it had become so worn and tattered—like a rag on the verge of being discarded—that she could no longer even feel the pain he inflicted. Only one thought surfaced in the end:
I wish I had never remembered. Then it wouldn’t have been this despairing.
“I regret remembering you.”
At last, Renedia gave voice to the emotions she had endured until they festered and burst. Turning her back on him—something she had never thought she would do—she fled, believing she would never see him again.
