I Pretended to Have Amnesia, but the Tyrant Caught Me

After being killed for the crime of being a member of the family that treated an amnesiac prince like a slave, I regressed.

With the four years I got back, I wanted to change the future by letting the prince go before he regained his memories.

But this man was far too wary.

“What are you plotting?”

To escape, he needed to eat well and have his wounds treated, but he wouldn’t even look at what I gave him, so….

“I’m someone who also has grievances against my other family members, just like you.”

“I wanted revenge. If you safely escape, the other family members will lose their minds.”

I decided to build a bond first.

I fed him, applied medicine, and helped him escape, and he made a fuss about not wanting to part until the very last step.

“I’ll definitely come back to get Bella.”

“So you have to wait for me.”

I thought he was just saying that, but then—

At the age of twenty, two years earlier than the age at which I died before regression, he came to take me back after recovering his memory and identity.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Bella.”

“…Who are you?”

He said that anyone who brought up his past as a slave was killed.

So I tried to keep my distance and not pretend to know him.

“…Do you not remember me? Really?”

He misunderstood things on his own after only a few words,

“What did your trash family do to you?”

With tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, he looked up at me.

People backed away in fear, and my expression stiffened too.

Why are you acting like this, Your Majesty the Tyrant? We weren’t anything to each other.

“That’s not true, Bella. We were people who promised a future together.”

Seeing him cling to my hand and spout lies, it seems the future really did change.

‘How did it end up like this?’

Why is he trying to keep me by his side even while lying?