Juliet snatched the certificate from my hand, as if afraid I would see her photo on it. Her voice softened as she said, "Matthew, I'm your sister. You're sick, and you've lost some memories. I'll hold on to these important documents for you."

I lifted my eyes and met her evasive gaze. I didn't expose her lie.

"Fine. If she wants to act, I'll act with her," I thought.

Just then, a low voice cut in, "Juliet, so this is where you are."

I turned toward the sound and saw Wilson jogging over. He tripped on a loose stone and lurched forward.

Juliet instinctively let go of me and grabbed him.

Her sudden shove sent me stumbling into the wall. My head was already prickling with pain, and the impact made it spike sharply.

Wilson held onto her hand and slid an arm around her waist, smiling triumphantly. "Thanks for catching me."

Realizing what she had done, Juliet immediately pulled her hand back and looked at me anxiously.

"Matthew, are you hurt? Wilson's sick. If he bleeds from a fall, it might not stop, so I have to help him first. I'm sorry."

I straightened up, swallowed the pain, and brushed the dust off my clothes. "It's fine."

Wilson leaned even closer and clutched her arm. He whispered, "Juliet, it's just a divorce. Why were you taking so long? I waited forever."

Catching me staring straight at them, Juliet cleared her throat awkwardly. Guilt flickered across her face, but she still didn't pull her hand away from his.

"It's all done. We can focus on the wedding now," she replied.

Wilson's face lit up, and he shot me a smug glance. "Matthew, I've been with Juliet for five years. We're getting married in three days. You have to come."

I smiled. "Juliet's wedding? Of course I'll be there."

Wilson's grin widened. "Great. You can film the whole thing for us then. Be sure to capture the moment Juliet and I kiss at the altar…"

"Wilson." Juliet's expression darkened as she cut him off, signaling him to stop talking. She looked straight at me, searching my eyes for any hint of pain and finding none. For some reason, that made her chest tighten. "He doesn't need to be at our wedding."

My expression didn't change.

Seeing her defending me, Wilson frowned and buried his face against her neck, weak and pitiful. "Juliet, my heart hurts again. I can't breathe."

Her eyes filled with panic, and she held him tighter.

"Is it acting up again? Hang on a little longer. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

She looked at me over her shoulder and asked, "Matthew, do you still remember where home is? Do you need me to send someone with you?"

I shook my head and replied, "No. I remember."

Juliet didn't answer right away. The staff had already told her the drug would only erase memories of the one the patient loved most and nothing else.

The moment she remembered that the person I loved most was her, the tension eased from her brows.

"Alright. Go home and rest. I'll take Wilson to the hospital."

With that, she helped Wilson into the car.

Wilson kept his arm draped over her shoulder as he spoke in a weak, breathless voice, "Juliet, I don't mind dropping dead right now since I get to hold you like this, out in the open."

"Stop talking nonsense," she chastised softly.

Through the window, I saw her leaning in to buckle Wilson's seatbelt. Wilson suddenly wrapped an arm around her neck and pressed a kiss to her earlobe.

The intimate scene sent a cold, sharp ache cutting through my chest.

It was the sharp sting of betrayal.

Just as Juliet's car pulled away, my phone began to ring.

"Mr. Smith, Tosperus Institute has finalized your induction ceremony. We look forward to welcoming you in three days," the other party said.

After the call, I headed home, only to realize how empty the place had become. It felt like a hollow shell.

This was the home Juliet and I designed together. Back then, she told me she wanted to live in this warm little place with me for the rest of her life.

But now, every coffee set we picked out and every decoration we chose together was gone. She had taken away anything that had even the slightest connection to her.

She must have been terrified I would remember our past. Even the flowers we grew on the balcony together had been dug out.

Looking at the empty house, I let out a soft, bitter laugh.

"Juliet, you really planned this thoroughly. Are you afraid I'll remember and get hurt? Or are you afraid that if I remember everything, I'll ruin the wedding you're about to hold with Wilson?

"If you knew there was no antidote and that I would never regain those memories, would you still think this was worth it?" I thought.

I took off my wedding ring, wrote her a letter, tucked both into an envelope, and slid it into the gap behind the flowerpots.

Right then, my phone rang.

My friend, Ethan Cooke, hesitated for a long moment before speaking. "Matthew, I have to tell you something. I think Juliet is cheating. I just saw her at the hospital door, hugging some guy."

I murmured, "It's fine. Let her do whatever she wants."

He froze for a moment at my reaction. "Matthew, are you okay?"

His panic made me laugh. "What could possibly be wrong? Juliet and I are already divorced."

"Divorced?"

I explained everything briefly. When he heard I had actually taken the drug, he exploded.

"Those two are disgusting! Absolutely shameless! Juliet did all that just so she could marry him? She really cooked up every dirty trick she could think of!

"You gave up going to Tosperus Institute to stay by her side. Half of her achievements are built on you. And now she forces you into a divorce and feeds you a memory-erasure pill so she can have a spotless, guilt-free wedding with another man? Who the hell does she think she is?"

A sharp pain crept up inside me, and my face drained of color.

Five years ago, when Juliet was at her lowest, I married her without hesitation. I burned every one of my contacts to pull her company back from the grave. Back then, every night, she held me close and whispered that I was her forever lover.

But things changed. The person she kept in her heart changed.

Bit by bit, she forgot everything I had done for her. She expected me to stay gentle, forgiving, and even excuse the sympathy she couldn't help giving Wilson.

Was it really that hard to only love one person consistently? Why was I the only one who could?

Ethan eventually ran out of curses and summarized it all with one final verdict, "She's going to regret this deeply. She definitely doesn't know you never made the antidote. Let her suffer. You can finally move on."

My gaze drifted to the gap behind the flowerpots, where the letter sat.

After so many years with Juliet, I knew her habits better than she did. Whenever she was upset, she would drink on the balcony. If she regretted it after I left, she would find the letter.

Later that night, Juliet walked into the house and started tearing through drawers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Juliet's hands froze for a moment. When she turned around and saw me standing in the doorway in my sleepwear, she frowned and looped a scarf around my neck.

"It's freezing in the middle of the night. Why are you dressed so lightly?"

I ignored the question and asked again, "Were you looking for something?"

"Yeah. I wanted to borrow your suit. Wilson wants to wear it for the wedding."

She added, "You might've forgotten. It's the one you wore at your own wedding."

I stared at her in silence.

Of course, I hadn't forgotten. She designed that suit for me herself.

From sketch to final stitching, it took two full months. If I had to put a price on it, it was worth at least 500 thousand dollars.

And she did all of it simply because I once casually said, "I wish I had a one-of-a-kind suit."

Now, she wanted to take that same suit and use it to perfect another man's wedding.

It was almost laughable. So, I asked deliberately, "Is that suit really that important? Why does it have to be that one?"

Something in my words triggered a flicker of memory in her, and her hand paused.

The day she finished the suit, she told me, "This suit belongs to you alone forever."

I watched her. She hesitated momentarily before replying, "Because it was designed by a master. There's only one of its kind. Wilson really loves it. His only wish is to wear it at his wedding."

Seeing my gaze drop, she rushed to add, "Don't worry. I'll return it right after the wedding. Whatever you want afterward, just tell me."

It was the same flawless lie. And once again, they hit me like a punch to the chest.

On our wedding day, her eyes had never left me. Afterward, she had carefully stored the suit away like it was a treasure.

I had teased her then. "Why are you treating this suit like it's sacred?"

She looked at me seriously. "Because you gave it meaning. I want to preserve that memory forever."

But now, just because Wilson "liked it", she handed it over without a second thought. The suit that once symbolized something irreplaceable was reduced to a prop to make Wilson happy.

She said, "It's late. Get some sleep. I have to head out."

Juliet didn't notice anything wrong with me. She simply picked up the suit and walked out.

I dropped the scarf she had wrapped around me onto the floor. Then, I stared at the space in the closet. I was filled with nothing but disappointment and grief.

"It's fine. I'll do the same as you. Once everything's cleaned out, everything will be over," I thought.

It was just abandonment and nothing more.

Once the memories were gone, I would finally be able to let go.

Right as the thought formed, a bolt of pain shot through my head. Another chunk of memory slipped away.

My sorrow evaporated instantly, replaced by a hollow blankness.

…

The next day, Ethan told me Juliet was running herself ragged preparing for the wedding with Wilson. The whole setup was on par with the wedding she once had with me.

I nodded thoughtfully. Despite being so busy, she still sent people to deliver me three meals a day.

"How generous of her," I thought sarcastically. She was really spreading herself thin.

On the day of the wedding, Ethan brought me to the venue.

The ceremony hadn't started yet. We sat in the farthest corner and watched as Juliet and Wilson stood not far away, arms linked intimately, surrounded by the groomsmen.

"I remember Juliet held a wedding just as extravagant when she married Matthew. Crazy to think Wilson now gets to marry such a beautiful bride."

At the mention of my name, Wilson tightened his grip on Juliet's hand.