After Forgetting the Jerk, I Became a Big Shot

When we married, I cast a spell on myself.

If my husband ever fell in love with someone else, I would gradually forget everything about him.

When he chose to seek a magical artifact for his junior sister, I forgot how we had fought fierce beasts together and guarded a region.

When he chose to leave seclusion to care for his sick junior sister, I forgot how we had once stayed up all night drinking and talking.

When he chose to take his junior sister's side and blame me, he became a complete stranger in my eyes.