My Husband Gave His First Dance to His Mistress, So I Erased Him from My Memory

Synopsis

After five years in a wheelchair, my husband finally stood again before a crowd of eight hundred. He had promised me his first dance once he could walk again. Instead, he walked right past me, put his arms around the rehabilitation engineer he had been sleeping with, and told the entire room she was the reason he could stand again. He thought I would go home, unfasten his brace, and forgive him like I always had. Seven days later, I underwent a targeted memory procedure and erased the five years I had spent caring for him. I erased him, too. By the time Ethan finally found me, I no longer remembered his name.