Summary
I picked up a fool and brought him home.
He had lost his memory, but he was incredibly handsome.
I lied to him and said I was his fiancée. The fool believed me.
But later, when he regained his memory, his identity turned out to be a high-and-mighty second-generation heir.
He returned to his world without a shred of nostalgia.
Two years later, we met again. I saw with my own eyes the fool of the past now crushing someone’s fingers with the tip of his shoe, coldly saying: “Trash.”
Just as I was about to escape, he called out to me:
“Fiancée, did you lose your memory too?”