I was competitive and he couldn’t tolerate anyone opposing him even a little. During our younger years, we were both full of youthful pride. We argued over everything, from academics to life and every time we met, we almost always ended up in a heated argument.
But Vivie was different.
She was gentle, intellectual, sweet and cute.
If it hadn’t been for her leaving him to go abroad for a better life, he wouldn’t have ended up drunk and in that state, spent a night with me, also intoxicated.
After that, we slowly stopped seeing each other as enemies and began to discover each other’s good qualities.
Despite our relationship breaking the ice, on the day he proposed to me, Darren became entangled in a business dispute. He offended the wrong person and was deliberately set up for revenge, his life hanging in the balance.
Now he’s back, but all the mutual probing and shared understanding over the past years have turned to nothing.
“Is there really no chance for Darren to recover his memory?” Juan asked, frowning.
The doctor shook his head and replied, “The chances are slim.”
We exchanged glances, but none of us spoke.