She Faked Amnesia I Actually Forgot

Every three months, Vicky’s memory would reset.

She would loop back to the day she hated me most. She would break my hand, shattering my fingers over and over again to avenge her adopted son. Then, beneath a canopy of fireflies, she would get down on one knee, ask me to marry her, and the clock would reset.

I played my part in our tragedy on repeat, endlessly waiting for the day her memory would finally stick.

Until I accidentally overheard her talking with her friends.

"Vic, how much longer are you going to keep up this act?"