The Wife He Forgot To Hate
Language: en
I’d finally trained my arrogant society husband into a docile partner. Then a car crash stole six years of his memory. He woke up as the rebellious heir who was still obsessed with his childhood crush and utterly hated me. Watching him thrash and snarl, demanding I leave the hospital room, a profound weariness washed over me. I was too exhausted to start the training all over again. I simply nodded. “Fine. As you wish.”