Gone with the Wind

Synopsis

After the SAT, I was diagnosed with a progressive memory disorder. Bit by bit, I'd forget everyone—even myself. When I got home, my parents laid out the share transfer papers that should've been mine, right in front of Emily, the fake heiress. Emily Grant "Sophie, you're the older sister. You need to give in to Emily more. Stop picking on her—you're really getting on our nerves," my mom said. I nodded and headed back to my room, crying the whole night. But when I woke up the next morning, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember why my pillow was wet. That afternoon, I met my fiancé, Lucas. He was gently wiping Emily's tears, then shot me a look of pure disgust. "Sophie, I was just being close to Emily. Did you really have to make such a scene about calling off the engagement a few days ago? You're acting like a lunatic," Lucas said. His words hit me hard, and I couldn't hold back my tears. But the next day at dinner, when Lucas glared at me coldly and barked at me, I just stared back, completely confused. "Who are you?" My memory was slipping away faster and faster. That evening, Lucas said he'd take me for a drive. He pulled over on a deserted road. "Sophie, go get something from the trunk for me." I obediently got out of the car. Lucas hit the gas, laughing coldly. "That's what you get for causing trouble. Stay here and think about what you've done!" The car sped off. I stood by the roadside, my mind completely blank. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't even remember the address. By the time the Grant Family was in an uproar and Lucas had turned the whole city upside down looking for me, they finally realized. I was really gone.