Clara lost seven years of her memory after drowning. When she woke up, she was twenty-five years old with a four-year-old daughter, married to Ethan, her childhood sweetheart whom she had hated most at eighteen — now a mafia don. Her daughter told her they had married out of love. Half skeptical and half willing, Clara tried to accept this unfamiliar husband. As fragments of her memories slowly pieced together, she discovered the truth was the complete opposite: back then, Ethan had forced her father to call off the engagement and married her by coercion, and their marriage was already on the brink of divorce. Yet once her full memories returned, she finally understood that they had long been in love. Plagued by family feuds and countless misunderstandings, they had missed each other through five years of silence. When Ethan handed her the divorce papers, Clara finally spoke: I didn’t fall for you after losing my memory. I’ve liked you for a very long time.
