Chapter 331

Everyone knew I didn't want to regain my memories, but my brain had other plans. Under the effect of the sedative, I felt a heavy calm settle over me, pulling me into sleep. The dreams were sharper and more vivid this time as if the sedative had stripped away the fog. There was no more gut-wrenching pain, no spiraling despair. I watched everything unfold like a bystander, detached but aware. In my dreams, I saw the fragmented pieces of the past—the missing memories. Seven years of my life unraveled before me. Every fleeting moment of affection, every venomous argument, and every instance of throwing things in frustration played out like a broken film reel. It wasn't just love. It was love turned sour, and love turned into pain. It was the kind of love that morphed into a living nightmare—a love that dragged me into the depths of hell. I had wanted to forget, to move on. But life, or fate, had a twisted sense of humor. It made me remember down to every agonizing detail. The