I would never treat you like that. You're my wife, and no one can take your place..."

Hearing this, Raegan felt a stabbing pain in her head. She took a deep breath to steady herself and responded, "In your memories, I'm your wife. But I don't remember anything about you. To me, you're a stranger. And I hate how you force things on me, justifying it by saying we're a couple. Do you really think this is fair to me?"

Raegan's voice was cold and unwavering, causing Mitchel's heart to break into pieces. His eyes lost focus and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Is this your way of caring, Mr. Dixon?" Raegan's eyes sparkled with scorn as she added, "So, your love is nothing but selfish demands, ignoring others' feelings."

Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Mitchel's grip on Raegan loosened.

His heart felt so heavy that he struggled to breathe.

“Raegan..." He tried to explain, to say something. His mind was flooded with thoughts. But these words were meaningless to Raegan.

After all, she had lost her memory of their shared past. She couldn't grasp his words, and, more to the point, she was done listening to him.

Meanwhile, Raegan couldn't stand the unexplainable pain in her head any longer. "Mr. Dixon, to me, you're just a stranger. I don't feel anything for you. Regardless of our past, I know nothing about you.

Please, don't force me into anything, or I might start to hate your gut."

With those words, Raegan turned and walked away, not once glancing back. She moved swiftly, eager not to show any awkwardness in front of Mitchel.

But as soon as Raegan left the room, her consciousness began to fade.

It felt as if a wild creature was tearing through her head. The blow left her head spinning and her vision blurry.

Mitchel's words echoed in her mind, mixing with her own thoughts. For a moment, she almost remembered something, but then it slipped away.

She was intermittently tormented by a deep sense of frustration.

The chaos in her head drove Raegan to the brink of madness. She shook uncontrollably and then started to collapse.

Just as she was about to hit the floor, a strong, warm hand caught her. Then, she faintly heard Stefan's voice. “Raegan, are you okay?"

Stefan shielded Raegan from the wind, holding her close against his chest in a protective embrace.

Under the streetlight, Raegan's face glowed, giving her an angelic appearance.

“Stefan... Raegan whispered weakly as if those words took all her strength.