The Man She Forgot To See

I gave her everything for five years – my love, my devotion, my entire life. I meticulously planned our engagement party, hoping it would finally make her see me, truly see me. Instead, at that very party, she publicly humiliated me, calling me her "charity case" and her "lapdog," then abandoned me to rush to another man's side. As her car disappeared, a cold, synthetic voice in my mind announced "Objective Failure," initiating a memory wipe sequence. I was forced to watch a live feed of her tenderly caring for him, realizing she' d never once shown me such warmth, before five years of my life and every emotion tied to her dissolved into pure white noise. I woke up in a hospital, five years of memory a blank, the woman whose name was the only emergency contact treating me with utter contempt. Sent back to her ranch, I found a journal detailing her casual cruelty, her abuse, and my desperate, unrequited love for a stranger. How could I have been so blind, so pathetic, so completely devoted to someone who treated me like a disposable toy? Leaving her behind, I started a new life, finally free from the shadow of a love I no longer remembered, yet whose documented pain was undeniably mine.