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.

Juliet spoke first, saying, "Matthew and I are already divorced. Today is Wilson's wedding. There's no need to bring up the past."

The moment she distanced herself from me, the groomsmen let out a chorus of knowing sighs.

"Of course. Wilson's young, handsome, and talented. How could Matthew ever compare?"

"Juliet, we're handing Wilson's whole future over to you. You'd better treat him right."

Juliet smiled sweetly, just like she once smiled at me. She said, "Don't worry. I won't fail him, and he won't fail me."

My gaze dimmed. Beside me, Ethan ground his teeth. "What kind of twisted logic is this? The homewrecker gets the moral high ground now?"

Then, someone shouted from the crowd, "Since it's such a perfect day, how about Wilson and Juliet give us a kiss?"

The groomsmen joined in.

"Kiss! Kiss!"

Wilson stared at her with perfect, made-for-camera devotion.

Under the cheering, Juliet lifted a hand to his jaw, rose onto her toes, and brushed a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.

The crowd erupted.

The scene was deafening, but inside, all I heard was silence.

I couldn't hold on to her heart, and now I couldn't even hold on to her anymore.

I let out a soft laugh. Thankfully, enough memories had already slipped away that it didn't hurt as sharply anymore.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was the boarding reminder for my flight.

"Ethan, I'm heading out."

He pulled me into a hug, eyes reddening. "Go. Leave this trash behind and go be brilliant. I'll be here waiting for you to rise higher than ever. And as for the wedding, I'll deliver your gift for you!"

"I'm off." I patted his shoulder with a smile. I didn't bother to ask what kind of "gift" he planned to give.

In 30 minutes, any memory of loving Juliet would be gone.

I rolled my suitcase toward the exit. Out on the floor, Juliet and Wilson were holding hands, and when she happened to glance my way, she stiffened as if startled.

But after a moment, she shook it off.

Even if I attended the wedding, I would be there as her "brother", and I wouldn't show up dragging a suitcase. She thought she had imagined it.

The venue lights dimmed. Standing at the center of the stage, Juliet and Wilson exchanged rings and gazed at each other with syrupy affection.

The crowd demanded another kiss.

Then suddenly, a giant banner unfurled from above.

Ethan stood beneath it. He was grinning with a megaphone in hand. "Congratulations to homewrecker Wilson and scumbag Juliet! May you two grow old together without hurting other people!"

Wilson's face drained of all color. He looked helplessly at Juliet.

Juliet's expression snapped when she recognized Ethan. "What nonsense are you spouting? I have already divorced Matthew. Wilson is not a homewrecker!"

Ethan let out a sharp laugh. "You want to play innocent? You want both men at once. You tell Matthew to wait for you to remarry him, then run off to hold someone else's hand at the altar. Do you know how much he suffered in these three days?"

Her eyes went cold. "You don't need to worry. I gave him the pill. He won't remember any of it."

"You idiot, that pill doesn't erase memories right away. It wipes out the person you love on the third day. Matthew saw everything you did this entire time."

Ethan lifted his chin, sneering. "You don't even know who developed that drug, do you? It was Matthew, your ex-husband."

He then stepped closer, voice cold and merciless as he added, "And one more thing. There is no antidote. Matthew has already forgotten you completely. He'll never remarry you. You can enjoy your perfect little life with your side guy."