I was just a park ranger living a simple life in a remote cabin.
Then, fate brought him to my doorstep: a man with no memory, whom I called Alex.
I nursed him back to health, and during those months, we fell truly, deeply in love.
He promised me forever, swearing I would be his only wife, carving a wooden bluebird as a symbol of our happiness.
But our world shattered the day a sleek black sedan crunched on my gravel driveway.
His mother stepped out, her voice like ice, declaring, "My son has regained his memory."
Suddenly, Alex was gone, replaced by Ethan Ashford, a powerful man from a world entirely foreign to mine.
He discarded me without a second thought, his promises dismissed as mere consequences of amnesia.
His mother gave me a half-million-dollar check, coldly telling me to vanish because he had a "suitable" fiancée.
Then, as if to twist the knife, Victoria, his fiancée, became gravely ill, and Ethan coercively forced me to donate my bone marrow to save her.
I endured public humiliation at their lavish pre-wedding parties, whispered about and openly mocked.
Victoria herself deliberately burned my hand and then feigned distress to turn everyone against me.
Later, when I found the courage to speak up, his own mother had me beaten by her security guards.
Ethan, the man I loved, just watched, telling me I "brought it on myself."
How could the man who promised me everything become this cruel, indifferent stranger overnight?
Was my love, our future, just a convenient illusion for him, easily discarded when his true identity returned?
Why was I used and abused, then tossed aside, while he returned to his opulent life without a backward glance?
With a broken heart and a bruised spirit, I took the money and boarded a bus, determined to disappear and start anew.
But my journey took an unexpected turn in a raging blizzard, where I found myself saving the life of a bleeding, unconscious man-a four-star general-unknowingly stepping into a conflict far larger than my own shattered world.