After seven years of marriage, I discovered my husband, Lương Thiệu, was having an affair with his company secretary. The day of our confrontation was explosive; we completely turned on each other. I lashed out, calling him a smug scoundrel and demanding he leave our marriage with nothing. In return, he cruelly labeled me an 'old hag' and insisted I quickly make room for his new lover. Yet, in a twist of fate, when a speeding truck suddenly bore down on us, my instincts took over, and I instinctively threw myself in front of him to protect him. Miraculously, I survived the accident. The only consequence was a complete loss of memory, erasing every single detail about him from my mind.