After waking up from a car accident, I lost my memory. I forgot many things, but I remembered my best friend He Zhaozhao and a man named Zhou Tingxuan. In my memories, he and I were childhood sweethearts and had been in the same class until college. We were together for five years and loved each other deeply. Looking at the two men in front of me, I rushed into Zhou Tingxuan's embrace, while the other man clenched his fists and turned red-eyed. He said to me: "I am your husband."
When I opened my eyes, I saw my bestie Sally Kinsman slumped by my bedside and Darell Gregory tucking the quilt around me.
Just then, another guy walked through the door.
I sought comfort in Darell's embrace, "Darell, I'm so scared. I thought I was going to die."
Darell hesitated for a moment before awkwardly hugging me back.
Meanwhile, the other man clenched his fists, his eyes red with anger as he furiously confronted me, demanding, "Cynthia, what are you doing? I'm your husband, and you're hugging another man right in front of me?!"
I was completely at a loss, looking at him in confusion, "Who are you? I don't have a husband, only a boyfriend, and his name is Darell."
The man's face turned pale, and he stepped back a few paces.
Darell looked at me, disbelief written all over his face.
Sally pressed the call button and rushed out to find a doctor.
After examining me, the doctor said I'd suffered a head injury that had caused amnesia and even some memory disarray.
I'd truly forgotten a lot of things and people, but the idea of memory disarray eluded me.
I distinctly remembered Sally as my closest friend and Darell as my boyfriend, but the man claiming to be my husband was a complete stranger.
While Sally and Darell went out to discuss my condition with the doctor, the man grabbed my hand, shouting hoarsely, "Stop pretending, Cynthia. You always pull this stunt. I'm your husband, and that man has nothing to do with you!"
I struggled to break free, but he only tightened his grip.
"It hurts so much! Let go of me!" My cries brought Sally and Darell rushing back.
Darell charged in and punched the man, while Sally stood protectively in front of me.
Eventually, I was left alone in the room, but I could hear the argument outside.
"Collin, haven't you hurt her enough? She's finally forgotten you. Can't you just let her start anew?" That was Sally's voice.
"How could a guy like you be good enough for her? After all the crap you've pulled on Cynthia, if you're not into her, then just leave her the hell alone!" Darell's voice echoed.
"Amnesia, memory confusion? She's just faking it! She's always been a pro at this..."
I didn't want to listen anymore. At least I knew that guy disliked me and treated me badly. I thought the same way.
During my hospital stay, Darell was constantly by my side. Sally was busy with work but visited whenever she could, sharing stories of things I had forgotten.
Yet, whenever the topic of Collin came up, Sally would abruptly stop, and Darell would frown, telling me, "Don't think about him anymore, Cynthia. It's over. Don't have any contact with him in the future."
I nodded, and Darell gently patted my head, his eyes filled with deep concern.
Collin Porter came by a few times, but Sally and Darell always kept him from entering.
Eventually, he stopped coming, and I stopped mentioning him.
One afternoon, when Sally was at work and Darell had stepped out, a woman entered the room.
She was in a flowing white dress, her long hair cascading down, and her face was exquisitely beautiful.
She was a sight to behold.
Instinctively, I touched my head, which had been shaved for stitches, a hint of bitterness welling up.
"I'm Camille, your... friend. I came to see you."
Camille? Sally and Darell had never mentioned this name before.
She sat by the bed, smiling at me, her voice gentle, "Collin told me you've forgotten him and many other things. Is that true?"
I looked up and saw the tension and a hint of hope in her eyes.
Once I confirmed it, she sighed in relief, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, her words became more cheerful, "It's okay, as long as you're alright. Just focus on getting better... "
"What exactly is my relationship with Collin?" I interrupted, asking her, since Sally and Darell had never given me a clear answer.
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