The Poor Boy I Abused Was Actually a Duke

[Western fantasy + extreme pampering + paranoid possession + yandere + long-term love + current thinking] Before marriage, she picked up a young man who had lost his memory and took him as her lover despite the rumors. She has been engaged for a long time and is about to marry a hereditary duke she has never met. What's the harm in being wild once before marriage? She teased her servant, and when she got tired of playing with him, she cruelly drove him away. "You are just a plaything I picked up to relieve my boredom. Do you really think I will keep you?" She didn't know that at the moment she left him in the dust, all his memories were awakened. - Two years apart. On the wedding day, at the end of the white carpet, the man slowly turned around. That face that was so familiar to her made her freeze. The white gauze fell, and he leaned close to her ear, his voice was sinister and crazy: "You said I was a wild dog that no one wanted, do you remember?" "You used to think that I had nothing, that I was humble and cheap. Now I hold power, and everyone surrenders." "Too bad you can't run away anymore." Love and hate are all debts, and paranoia is deep in the bones. All revenge is hidden in deep love. This debt will be slowly entangled for the rest of my life.