I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank beyond my 18th year. The doctor said I was 27, even a talented architect, and married. But the woman they introduced as my wife, Sophia, was a cold, stunning stranger. She looked at me with thinly veiled contempt. She spoke of my nine lost years as a descent into breakdowns and "pathetic" dependence. My supposed best friend, Ethan Vance, was her true confidante, a smirking rival. Disgust curdled in my gut. This wasn't me. My 18-year-old self, full of ambition and drive, recoiled from this emasculated shadow of a man they described. How could I have become a "kept man," constantly ridiculed, chasing the approval of an ice queen? The humiliation was palpable, preserved in flashed cameras and casual insults. But this amnesia, this blank slate, felt like a gift. It stripped away the years of self-erasure, leaving behind only the core of who I was. And that core wanted nothing to do with this suffocating, demeaning life. "I want a divorce," I told her, my voice surprisingly firm. "The me I know wouldn't be married to someone who calls him pathetic." This was no act, no episode. This was me, fighting to reclaim a life I didn't remember. A life free from the woman who claimed to be my wife and the rival who wanted me utterly destroyed. Little did I know, the fight for my true identity would lead to a bloody confrontation and a shocking revelation that would change everything.
I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank beyond my 18th year.
The doctor said I was 27, even a talented architect, and married.
But the woman they introduced as my wife, Sophia, was a cold, stunning stranger.
She looked at me with thinly veiled contempt.
She spoke of my nine lost years as a descent into breakdowns and "pathetic" dependence.
My supposed best friend, Ethan Vance, was her true confidante, a smirking rival.
Disgust curdled in my gut.
This wasn't me.
My 18-year-old self, full of ambition and drive, recoiled from this emasculated shadow of a man they described.
How could I have become a "kept man," constantly ridiculed, chasing the approval of an ice queen?
The humiliation was palpable, preserved in flashed cameras and casual insults.
But this amnesia, this blank slate, felt like a gift.
It stripped away the years of self-erasure, leaving behind only the core of who I was.
And that core wanted nothing to do with this suffocating, demeaning life.
"I want a divorce," I told her, my voice surprisingly firm.
"The me I know wouldn't be married to someone who calls him pathetic."
This was no act, no episode.
This was me, fighting to reclaim a life I didn't remember.
A life free from the woman who claimed to be my wife and the rival who wanted me utterly destroyed.
Little did I know, the fight for my true identity would lead to a bloody confrontation and a shocking revelation that would change everything.
Introduction
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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