The Transformation of Love

My husband lost his memory in a car accident, and his cognitive level degraded to an eighteen-year-old.

He was determined to elope with a woman with dreadlocks.​

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Arthur Palmer got a concussion from a car accident. He alleged that his family caused this accident to prevent him from eloping with a woman.

Indeed, he looked totally different from what he used to be. With his eyebrows twisted wickedly, he sneered for no reason and said, "Do you think you can break us apart?"

"Who are you going to be with?" I asked.

"Where's Zoey?" He ignored my question. "You stopped her from getting close to me, didn't you?"

Arthur stared at me like I was his archenemy.

"Who is Zoey?" I could even hear my teeth gritting and asked with grudge, "She's your ex-girlfriend, right? You're so obsessed with her that you even call her name right after you wake up from the blackout?"

As if looking at a mad woman, he glanced at me disdainfully. "It's none of your business."

He picked up the cell phone from the bedside table and dialed a number very smoothly.

I was stunned.

The volume of his phone was not lowered, and I could hear a confused female voice in the speaker. "Arthur?"

Hearing her voice, he seemed to be relaxed for a moment and soon asked worriedly, "You're alright, right?"

I had never seen this woman in Arthur's mobile phone contacts and also found her voice so strange; however, they talked like two old friends. "No. Are you alright?" she asked.

"I just got a minor injury," he said.

She continued, "Can I come and see you?"

Although I had never met her, I knew she was good at manipulating men.

Fearing that me and his mother, Ella Miller, would bully Zoey, Arthur kicked us out of his ward.

Ella sat beside me with an awkward expression on her face. I asked, "Ella, is it possible that he was possessed by a ghost?"

After all, Arthur was the perfect heir to a wealthy family; how could he ever bump into the idea of eloping with another woman?

Ella's lips trembled. "No, there is indeed a woman..."

She suddenly held my hand and said, "But Arthur loves you the most. You have to trust him..."

"Trust him about what?" I asked coldly.

She was shivering even more violently, and my hands were shaking, too. I followed her gaze and looked over.

What caught my eye was a head of dreadlocks.

Colorful hairbands were tied at the ends of her hair. I had never seen so many colors on one thing except for a Christmas tree.

With a healthy dark complexion that matched her big red lips perfectly, she looked quite pretty, like a genetically mutated mermaid.

Then, I heard Ella's trembling voice. "That's Zoey, Zoey Flores. She doesn't change at all."

The shock I had suffered today was too much for me to accept. The only thing my husband could remember after coming out of a coma was his ex-girlfriend, and she was a rock woman with dreadlocks. I didn't know which one was more shocking.

I quickly found the mirror in my bag and checked my face in it, murmuring, "Ella, does Arthur really love me the most?"

Zoey quickly walked up to me. Her blood-red lips opened as if she wanted to eat me in. "Excuse me, is Arthur here?"

I nodded subconsciously.

So, she walked into his ward. I heard his voice filled with smiles. "Zoey."

Only then did I come back to my senses that I had walked to the ward door.

Zoey blinked. "What's the matter?"