After the earthquake, my boyfriend's memory stayed at the age of 17, the year when he loved others most.
Language: en
In the third year after Liam Hayes lost his memory, I finally agreed to a divorce. After his memory loss, he was forever trapped in the suffocating humidity of that particular spring when he was seventeen. Back then, his heart belonged to Chloe Miller, the good girl. And I? I was his sworn enemy, the one who always made him frown. Until the three-year survival period for my heart failure ran out. I stood before the ruins of that old house, damaged in the earthquake all those years ago, and it hit me. My Liam, the one I truly loved, might have died in that earthquake years ago. I had…