The Dead Ex-Fiancée He Destroyed Came Back as a Billionaire

I have severe prosopagnosia. Every face looks the same to me.

The only thing I ever recognized was the red burn scar on the back of my fiancé Abner Harding's neck.

I gave him that mark the night I carried him out of a burning building on my back, nearly dying in the process.

He always held my hand tight in crowds：“It doesn't matter that you can't tell people apart, Maud Simmons. As long as I can find my bride in a sea of faces, that's enough.”

When I went to his private villa looking for him, I heard soft moaning through a half-open guest room door.