He Faked Amnesia to Steal My Tech Empire—So I Left Him Penniless

When he woke up from the car crash, Julian looked at me with total confusion. "Who are you? Where is my fiancée, Seraphina?"

Seraphina was the one that got away—the perfect girl of his dreams. And I was the wife who had spent seven years helping him build his empire from scratch, the one who had just signed a marriage license with him three days ago.

The doctor pulled me out of the room, looking uncomfortable. "Mr. Sterling's brain CT is completely normal. He hasn't lost his memory."

Through the crack in the door, I saw Julian smoothly unlock his phone and send a Snapchat to Seraphina: