After His Lifesaver Died, He Went Crazy

Synopsis

That year, the flood hit hard. My grandma gripped her grandson for dear life and kicked me off the edge of the wooden tub I was clinging to without hesitation. Somehow, I didn't die. I managed to grab onto a floating log, and while I was at it, I ended up dragging a battered, amnesiac man out of the water with me. Back in those days when everyone was just trying to survive, we had nobody but each other. We were both struggling, finding comfort in each other's misery. I didn't eat a single bite of the relief food and saved it all for him. That was how I ended up with chronic stomach problems. We lived under bridges, picked up junk, and started with nothing. But somehow, we carved out a place for ourselves in the city. He once promised he'd make me the happiest woman alive. But when his memory returned, I found out he was actually the only son of the wealthiest family in Willowcrest, Lucas Gilbert. The day the luxurious car came to take him away, the woman inside was his fiancée—the same one who'd disappeared with his money when he was down and out. He glanced at me in my rough, homespun clothes, his eyes cold like I was a stranger. Then he turned and gently draped his coat over his fiancée's shoulders. He said to me, "Sophia is delicate and can't handle hardship. We need a maid at home. I think you'd be perfect for the job."