The Actor Who Lost His Memory

I used to be a fairly well-known actress. Three years ago, I was caught in a raging fire while saving Charles Lewis. My left cheek was badly burned, leaving a harsh scar stretching from my cheekbone down to my jaw, forcing me to walk away from the stage for good. By then, Charles Lewis was already the top box-office star; despite all objections, he insisted on marrying me. On our wedding night, he cupped my face gently, carefully avoiding the scar, his voice heavy with guilt yet tender: "Linda, I'm sorry I caused you so much pain." "I have loved only you in this life, and I will always treat you well, never letting you suffer even the slightest harm again." I looked into his eyes and nodded firmly, completely believing in that vow. But that happiness lasted only three years. Charles Lewis was in a car accident and completely lost his memory after a head injury. He didn't remember me, didn't remember our wedding, and didn't remember the fire. By his side was a junior named Whitney Lynn, who spent every day claiming to be his first love. That day, I entered the living room carrying a bowl of soup and saw the two of them sitting side by side on the sofa, their posture intimate. He glanced at me, furrowed his brows tightly, and said coldly, 'Who are you? Why are you in my house?' I choked back my sobs, "I am your wife, Linda Scott." "Wife?"He sneered, his gaze lingering on my scars with obvious disgust. "Even if I, Charles Lewis, were blind or crippled, I'd never marry a woman whose face has been so utterly ruined like yours." Scalding soup splashed onto my hand, but I barely noticed—the pain in my heart was far worse than that on my skin. Whitney Lynn linked her arm through his just in time, pretending to be delicate. "Charles, Ms. Scott might have misunderstood something. Don't be angry — don't frighten her." "Misunderstanding?"Charles shielded her behind him, his eyes turning colder. "Move out immediately, and don't let me see you again." "I'm not moving."I gritted my teeth, my voice trembling, "This is our home—the place you promised to stay with me for life. Why on earth should I leave?"