Lily and Thomas’s wedding was perfect: flowers, music, guests, happiness. Lily was smiling as she walked down the aisle — but suddenly her face turned pale, her hands trembled, and she fell straight to the floor.
At first, they thought she had just gotten hot. But when she didn’t wake up, everyone realised it wasn’t just a faint.
She was rushed to the hospital. Thomas held her hand and whispered:
‘Lily, please open your eyes…’
An hour later, the doctor came out to him.
‘She’s alive, but in serious condition. We found a strange substance in her blood.’
‘What kind?’ Thomas asked.
‘It looks like a severe allergic shock. But the source is unknown. Her body is reacting as if she has been poisoned by something rare.’
The police checked everything — food, drinks, even the bouquet. But nothing explained why she lost consciousness.
Then the camera footage showed that before the ceremony, Lily took a sip of water from a woman in a hat.
‘Do you know her?’ they asked Thomas.
“No. I’ve never seen her before.”
Two days later, Lily regained consciousness. But she was strangely confused.
‘Where am I? Who are you?’ she asked, looking at her husband.
Later it became clear that the strong reaction had caused temporary memory loss. Lily remembered nothing — neither the wedding nor Thomas.
He tried to bring back her feelings: he showed her photos and told her their story. But she looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time.
‘I’m sorry,’ Lily said one day. ‘I believe we were close. But I don’t feel anything.’
Only then did the doctors find something else: traces of a substance in her blood that is not used in medicine. It could only have been put there deliberately.
Who mixed it in? Why?
And why on her wedding day?
Thomas couldn’t believe that all this was really happening. Yesterday she was smiling, saying she loved him, and today she looked at him as if he were a stranger.
He began to search for answers himself. He went to everyone who had been at the wedding — waiters, make-up artists, florists. No one had noticed anything suspicious. But one photographer said something strange:
‘I saw that woman in the hat this morning, before the ceremony. She was standing by Lily’s car, holding something in her hands. I thought she was a relative.’
This detail bothered him. Thomas took the video to the police, but the woman’s face was indistinguishable. Only the large silver ring on her hand was the only clue.
Meanwhile, Lily was discharged home. She seemed calm but distant. The doctor advised giving her time. Thomas listened — although his heart told him that it wasn’t that simple.
One night, he woke up and heard Lily talking on the phone.
‘No… I don’t remember anything. Yes, I understand… but they mustn’t know,’ she whispered and fell silent when she noticed him.
‘Who were you talking to?’ he asked.
‘No one. I must have been dreaming,’ she replied and turned away.
The next morning, Thomas checked the phone — there were no calls. Not a single one. But the device’s memory showed a recent call… to an unknown number.
Later, when he looked inside her bag, he found a small white envelope. It was unsigned. Inside was a short note:
‘You must remain silent. It has already begun.’
From that moment on, Thomas understood: this was not a case of accidental poisoning or simple memory loss.
Someone had carefully planned everything. But why — and why Lily?
A few days later, she disappeared again…
And what Thomas found when he returned home made him question everything he knew about the woman he had married.
Thomas rushed to look for her. First, he checked with the police, then her friends, the hospital, and neighbours. No one had seen Lily. Her phone was off, her documents and belongings were gone.
On the fourth day, he received a letter with no return address. The handwriting was hers.
‘Don’t look for me. It’s for your own safety. I’m sorry.’
Thomas’s heart sank — but he didn’t believe it.
He was sure someone had forced her to write it.
He reviewed the wedding footage again. Suddenly, he noticed a detail he hadn’t seen before: at the moment Lily fell, another figure flashed by the woman in the hat — a man in a grey suit standing by the exit. He was wearing the same silver ring as the woman.
Thomas enlarged the frame. On the screen was a familiar face. It was the doctor from the hospital who had been the first to examine Lily after she fainted.
He realised that everything was connected. The poisoning, the memory loss, the disappearance. But why?
Thomas went to the hospital, but the doctor was no longer there. He was told that the doctor had ‘taken a holiday.’ No address, no contact details.
The next day, Thomas received a phone call. It was a calm female voice:
‘Mr Brown, are you looking for Lily? Stop. This is the only chance to save her life.’
‘Who are you? Where is she?!’
‘She’s not who you think she is. If you love her, forget it.’
The call ended.
A week later, a short note appeared in one of the newspapers:
‘Unknown woman found in a small coastal town. No ID, partial memory loss.’
Thomas went there immediately. And when he entered the ward, he saw her — Lily, with short-cropped hair, in a grey robe. She looked at him and said quietly:
‘Excuse me… do we know each other?’
He didn’t answer. He just walked over and took her hand.
On her wrist, under the bandage, a silver ring glinted — the same as the other two had.
And at that moment, Thomas understood:
she hadn’t lost her memory.
She just wasn’t supposed to remember.
