After Losing His Memory, My Cold-Faced Husband Became Clingy

My husband, who hates me, jumped into the lake again. That was his seventeenth suicide attempt this month. After he was rescued, he lay unconscious for three whole days. When he woke up, he had forgotten that I’d kept him confined to the manor for six months, and that I’d torn him away from the woman he loved. The only thing he remembered was that I was his beloved wife. Everyone in the manor thought I’d finally made it through the darkness and into the light. But only I knew that he wasn’t Gu Yanzhi at all. My husband had been replaced. But I didn’t care. Later, his eyes red with fury, he demanded, “Do you like me better as I am now, or as I was before?” “There’s no difference.” No difference? “Madam must think I’m dull and haven’t improved. I’ll make sure to learn plenty of new tricks from now on.” My face turned green.