His Wedding, My Funeral

Synopsis

The night before our wedding, a freak car accident turned my fiancé into a complete stranger—cold, distant, and with no memory of me whatsoever. The doctor explained it was damage to his central nervous system, and the only cure was to stimulate his brain and coax those lost memories back to the surface. I swallowed it all, hook, line, and sinker. Coming home early from work, I caught the sound of teasing voices drifting from the bedroom—like a slap across the face. "Elwood, you're a genius! Faking your own crash and bribing some quack doctor—now even if you went totally wild right up to the wedding, Justine would forgive you in a heartbeat!" Their laughter exploded, freezing me in my tracks. I couldn't make sense of it—my brain just short-circuited. It was all an elaborate con, masterminded by Elwood Matthews. You love your little games, don't you? Let's see if trading our wedding for a funeral packs enough of a punch.