The day after dividing our assets from the divorce, I got into a car accident and lost my memory. Later, Caleb found me and said if I didn’t go crazy every day, remarriage was possible. I froze with an ice cream spoon in my mouth, and after a long while, I finally spoke: “I’d rather not! I… I… I’d be fine with just taking the money.” This introductory paragraph effectively sets up the premise of the story, introducing the main conflict and the protagonist’s attitude, which should pique readers’ interest. I woke up to find my best friend Mia Quinn looking at me with a worried expression. She told me not to be sad anymore. She said that my body was my own, and even though I was divorced, I should still take good care of myself. She mentioned that the children were with Caleb and wouldn’t suffer, so there was no need for me to go to court again, especially since I wouldn’t win anyway. I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Who’s Caleb?” Mia froze, looking confused. After a while, she came to her senses and called for a doctor. The doctor said I had amnesia as a result of the car accident. Mia hurriedly asked me how old I thought I was. I thought for a moment and replied, “Eighteen, right? Didn’t I just take the SAT yesterday?” Mia burst into laughter, crouching on the floor and holding her stomach. She was laughing so hard she started pounding the bed with her fist. “Hazel, you’re amazing. Your amnesia is perfect. Yes, you’re eighteen. Eighteen is great! No Caleb, no kids… just the two of us…” I was even more confused.
Mia took me back to her place after confirming that it would be difficult for me to regain my memories. She then gave me a brief overview of my current situation. I, Hazel Winters, fell in love during my freshman year of college with a poor boy named Caleb Parker. Caleb and I were together for ten years, from when I was eighteen until I was twenty-eight. I supported him while he started his business, lived through tough times with him, gave birth to and raised his children, and took care of his parents. Then this year, he filed for divorce. “What? Huh?” I was shocked. This sounded like some tragic romance novel plot. After a while, I asked in a trembling voice, “So, you’re saying I was basically someone’s servant for ten years, and then at twenty-eight, I was thrown out?” Mia nodded, “Yes, and you have two children. Your son is six years old, and your daughter is four. But since you were a stay-at-home mom without earning power, both children chose to stay with their father, so custody was awarded to Caleb.” “…What? I lost both children that I worked so hard to raise…” Even though I couldn’t remember experiencing any of this, it sounded terrifying. I was almost in tears from fear. Then Mia laughed and patted my shoulder, “Don’t be too upset. At least you got money.” With tears welling up in my eyes, I cautiously asked, “How much?” Mia sat up straight, “Hazel, listen carefully. You got 20% of Caleb’s assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two traditional courtyard houses in Beijing. It’s worth about 1.9 billion dollars.” “…” Silence, contemplation, and then I tentatively asked, “Mia, you’re not lying to me, are you?” “I swear on my life, I’m not lying.” That day, I gazed out the window at the sky in a daze. I had forgotten ten years of memories. I wasn’t sure how I had spent those ten years. But Mia said I was very wealthy, and when I was eighteen, money was what I loved most. So I thought this wasn’t too bad after all.
Mia took time off work and spent the next few days helping me transfer various assets. I didn’t see Caleb, the man Mia had mentioned. He had delegated all divorce property divisions to his lawyer. After nearly a month of busy work, Mia helped me list all the properties under my name for rent. She calculated that the monthly rental income would be around 1.2 million dollars. That day, I looked at the endless zeros in my bank account, then raised my head to see my twenty-eight-year-old self, perfectly made up, in the mirror. I scratched my head, thinking it wasn’t too bad.
I had nothing to do at home, but Mia had to work. So I spent my days playing video games at Mia’s place. Mia would order takeout for me when she got her lunch. Mia came home very late, looking exhausted. She’d collapse on the sofa, completely drained. I’d put down my game controller and massage her shoulders. Apparently, I had muscle memory for this and was quite good at it. After Mia had rested enough, she started complaining, “That bastard Caleb. You worked for him for free right after graduation, and when his mom was sick, you’d massage her after work.” “…” As Mia continued talking, she grabbed my hand and flicked my forehead, “Hazel, you’re such a pushover. When I wasn’t around, you let them bully you. Those people, they took advantage of you being an orphan.” I rubbed my forehead, feeling a bit wronged, “I don’t remember any of that! I only remember you.” Mia stopped talking, then laughed, “That’s right! You don’t remember. It’s better that you don’t. Just remember me, I won’t bully you.” I believed Mia on this because we had grown up together. We both grew up in an orphanage. From a very young age, I followed Mia around. She would fight for snacks for me and help me with laundry. As we got older, Mia would help me with my studies. She was a year older than me. During my senior year of high school, when she was a college freshman, she’d call me every day to encourage me to study hard. Back then, she wanted me to go to the same university as her, but Mia was too smart. Even though I studied like crazy, I couldn’t get into Harvard in the end. The day the results came out, I hugged Mia and cried. Mia gave me a light tap on the head, “Why are you crying? Your scores are amazing, what’s there to cry about?” She patted my head, “You’ve done really well.” Later, I went to Yale, crying all the way.
Mia regretted letting me go, saying, “If you hadn’t gone to Yale, you wouldn’t have met Caleb. If you hadn’t met Caleb…” I jumped in to finish her sentence, “Then I wouldn’t have these 1.9 billion dollars.” Mia put her hands on her hips, “Is money more important or those ten years of your life?” I tried to guess the correct answer, “Money is more important?” Mia looked exasperated, “You are important. If you’re not happy, no amount of money matters. It’s a good thing you lost your memory. Otherwise, if you had done something stupid, what use would all that money be?” “Um… to buy me a nice grave plot…” Mia couldn’t help but laugh, “Get out of here!” “…” Mia has always been impressive, and she still is. She’s the general manager of a multinational company, with a monthly salary of around $400,000. But she’s very busy and sometimes has to go on business trips. She didn’t want to leave me alone, so she’d take me along. After a while, she figured that since she was going to bring me everywhere anyway, why spend her own money? So she hired me as her assistant at her company. I was familiar with this! I had read over a dozen novels about bosses falling in love with their assistants in the past few months. On my first day, I confidently went to work wearing a form-fitting professional outfit. I made her coffee, organized her documents, and ran around doing various tasks. I looked very hardworking, but later she found it amusing and told me to stop running around. She gave me a form Thank you for the feedback. I’ll continue with the full translation using these new names. Full translation Title: Divorced and Amnesiac: My Unexpected Second Chance Chapter 1 I woke up to find my best friend Mia Quinn looking at me with a worried expression. She told me not to be sad anymore. She said that my body was my own, and even though I was divorced, I should still take good care of myself. She mentioned that the children were with Caleb and wouldn’t suffer, so there was no need for me to go to court again, especially since I wouldn’t win anyway. I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Who’s Caleb?” Mia froze, looking confused. After a while, she came to her senses and called for a doctor. The doctor said I had amnesia due to the car accident. Mia quickly asked me how old I was. I thought for a moment and replied, “Eighteen, right? Didn’t I just take the SAT yesterday?” Mia burst into laughter, crouching on the floor and holding her stomach. She was laughing so hard she was pounding the bed with her fist. “Hazel, you’re amazing. Your amnesia is perfect. Yes, you’re eighteen. Eighteen is great! No Caleb, no kids… just the two of us…” I was even more confused. Chapter 2 Mia took me home after confirming that it would be difficult for me to regain my memories. She then gave me a brief introduction to my current situation. I, Hazel Winters, fell in love during my freshman year of college with a poor boy named Caleb Parker. Caleb and I dated for ten years, from eighteen to twenty-eight. I supported him in his business ventures, shared in his hardships, gave birth to his children, and took care of his parents. Then this year, he filed for divorce. “What? Huh?” I was shocked. This sounded like some tragic romance novel. After a while, I asked with a trembling voice, “So, you’re saying I was someone’s servant for ten years, and at twenty-eight, I was thrown out?” Mia nodded, “Yes, and you have two children. Your son is six years old, and your daughter is four. But because you were a housewife without your own income, both children chose to stay with their father, so the court awarded custody to Caleb.” “…Ah? The two children I raised are gone…” Even though I couldn’t remember experiencing any of this, it sounded terrifying. I was almost in tears from fear. Then Mia laughed and patted my shoulder, “Don’t be too upset. At least you got money.” With tears welling up in my eyes, I cautiously asked, “How much?” Mia sat up straight, “Hazel, listen carefully. You got 20% of Caleb’s assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two courtyard houses in Boston. It’s worth about $1.9 billion in total.” “…” Silence, contemplation, and then I tentatively asked, “Mia, you’re not lying to me, are you?” “I swear on my life, I’m not lying.” That day, I stared out the window at the sky in a daze. I had forgotten ten years of memories. I wasn’t sure how I had spent those ten years. But Mia said I was very rich, and when I was eighteen, money was what I loved most. So I thought this wasn’t too bad after all. Chapter 3 Mia took time off work and spent the next few days helping me transfer various assets. I didn’t meet the Caleb that Mia mentioned. For all the divorce property divisions, he had appointed a lawyer. After about a month of busy work, Mia helped me list all the houses under my name for rent. She calculated that the monthly rent would be about $1.2 million. That day, I looked at the countless zeros in my bank account, then raised my head to see my twenty-eight-year-old self in the mirror, with perfect makeup and hair. I scratched my head, thinking it wasn’t too bad. Chapter 4 I had nothing to do at home, but Mia had to work. So I stayed at Mia’s place playing video games every day. Mia would order takeout for me when she ordered her lunch. Mia came home very late, looking exhausted. She collapsed on the sofa, lifeless. I put down my game controller and started massaging her shoulders. It seemed I had muscle memory for this, as I was very good at it. After Mia had rested enough, she started complaining, “That bastard Caleb. You worked for him for free right after graduation. When his mother was ill, you had to massage and take care of her after work.” “…” As Mia continued talking, she grabbed my head and flicked my forehead, “Hazel, you’re such a pushover. When I wasn’t around, you let them bully you. Those people, they took advantage of you being an orphan.” I rubbed my forehead, feeling a bit wronged, “I don’t remember any of that! I only remember you.” Mia stopped talking and then laughed, “That’s right! You don’t remember. It’s better that you don’t remember. Just remember me, I won’t bully you.” I believed Mia’s words because we grew up together. We both grew up in an orphanage. From a very young age, I followed Mia around. She would fight for snacks for me and help me wash my clothes. When we got older, Mia would help me with my studies. She was a year older than me. In my senior year of high school, when she was a freshman in college, she would call me every day to encourage me to study hard. Back then, she wanted me to go to the same university as her. But Mia was too smart. Even though I studied like crazy, I still couldn’t get into Harvard. The day the results came out, I hugged Mia and cried. Mia gave me a light knock on the head, “Why are you crying? Your scores are amazing. What’s there to cry about?” She patted my head, “You’ve done really well.” Later, I went to Yale, crying all the way. Chapter 5 Mia regretted letting me go, saying, “If you hadn’t gone to Yale, you wouldn’t have met Caleb. If you hadn’t met Caleb…” I quickly answered, “Then I wouldn’t have this $1.9 billion.” Mia put her hands on her hips, “Is money more important or those ten years more important?” I tried to guess the correct answer, “Money is important?” Mia looked at me with exasperation, “You are important. If you’re not happy, no amount of money matters. It’s good that you lost your memory. Otherwise, if you did something stupid, what use would that money be?” “Um… to buy me a nice grave plot…” Mia laughed despite her frustration, “Get out of here!” “…” Mia has always been impressive, and she still is. She’s now the general manager of a multinational company, with a monthly salary of around $400,000. But she’s very busy and sometimes has to go on business trips. She worries about leaving me alone. So she takes me with her. Later, she figured that since she had to take me everywhere anyway, why spend her own money? She hired me as her assistant at her company. I was familiar with this! I had read more than a dozen books about overbearing CEOs falling in love with their little assistants in the past few months. On the first day, I went to work confidently wearing a form-fitting professional outfit. I made her coffee, organized her documents, and ran around busily. I looked very hardworking, but later she found it amusing and told me to stop running around. She gave me a form, “Let Anna guide you. Fill this out, take your time learning, no rush.” “Alright, alright.” And that’s how I officially started working.
Every day, I went to work and came home with Mia. I didn’t have much work to do, so I got off earlier. Mia couldn’t do that; she had a lot of work. I always waited for her in the break room. Later, when Mia saw me watching online courses on my phone, she suddenly remembered and seriously asked me, “Hazel, do you want to study?” “…I do.” I had lost my memory, so there was a lot I didn’t know at work. I was practically starting from scratch, and I felt quite discouraged every time I couldn’t do something well. Since I was young, Mia had always been my goal, and she still is now. I also wanted to be as capable as Mia, handling everything with ease. It was so cool. Later, Mia enrolled me in a class. After work, I would drive to attend classes. It was a systematic project management course, interspersed with various office software applications. I filled two notebooks with notes before I started to understand. So that’s how it works. After finishing that course, Mia sent me to learn financial accounting. I studied for a year and had a major revelation. So that’s how it all works. I started to get the hang of my job.
After I had been working for a year, Mia started letting me join Anna in project negotiations. Anna was three years younger than me and was a project manager with a very good personality. She spoke gently and took good care of me. One time, after discussing work, she went downstairs to buy herself a coffee and bought me an ice cream. I was happily eating my ice cream when Anna laughed, “Mia says you’re 29, but I never believe it. Hazel, you’re just like a kid! A hardworking and obedient child.” I thought for a moment and solemnly told her, “Actually, I already have two children.” “Stop kidding me. We’ve been working together for over a year, and I’ve never seen your husband.” “We’re divorced.” “Sister, you look like a young girl.” “Well… actually, I’m a young divorcee.” Anna was stunned. She didn’t believe me, and I laughed. Actually, I didn’t believe it either. I had just finished my college entrance exam, how could I be twenty-nine already? But I’ve been taking good care of myself these two years, so I do look younger now. Actually, right after the divorce, I wasn’t in good shape. I was quite haggard. But I guess money does nourish people. After I was discharged from the hospital, Mia took me for various skincare treatments for a while. She also said I was too weak and signed me up for a martial arts class. The eighteen-year-old me always followed Mia’s lead. If she said east, I would never go west. If she said martial arts, I would never sign up for taekwondo. We hired a housekeeper to prepare nutritious meals, and as time went by, I got better and better. Because I had lost my memory, I had no worries at all. I had money and didn’t need to work, could eat and sleep well. In those few months, even my hair became thicker. Actually, I’ve been quite happy for the past year or so, having forgotten the messy memories of the past ten years. With an eighteen-year-old’s clean slate of a mind, I’ve been learning various things without any pressure, and Mia has always been supporting and guiding me from behind. But I guess even heaven couldn’t bear to see me so comfortable. One day, I met a man at the place where Anna took me to negotiate a cooperation.
Anna’s meeting that day was quite confidential, so I couldn’t attend. She left me at the coffee shop downstairs, eating ice cream and reading a book. Halfway through my reading, I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and saw a man in a suit, his brows furrowed. He was just looking at me. I was stunned, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t remember who he was. Later, when Anna finished her meeting and came down, I picked up the coffee I had bought in advance and went to find her. As I passed by that man, I heard him say, “Pretending not to know me?” This sentence came out of nowhere. I glanced at him but didn’t pay much attention, carrying the coffee out the door. But that man followed me out, “Hazel Winters, you don’t even say hello when we meet?” I turned around, and Anna turned with me. Anna saw the man and smiled, “Mr. Parker! Long time no see.” Caleb didn’t acknowledge Anna, just staring at me. I looked at the man and quietly asked Anna, “Is he Caleb?” “Yes, the CEO of Parker Group. Do you know him?” “…Um, I think he’s my… ex-husband…” Anna was stunned. She looked at me, then at Caleb, then back at me. Caleb stared at me. I thought for a moment and extended my hand, “Hello.” Caleb didn’t shake my hand. He looked at me, his eyes contemptuous and mocking, “Hazel Winters, I underestimated you. I thought you were really a good mother! In court, you fought so hard for Zack and Ava, but after getting the money, you haven’t even come to see them once… It’s a good thing I didn’t give the children to you. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be a mother.” A wave of inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart, but as the sadness dissipated, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember what Zack and Ava looked like. “Hazel Winters, you’d better come back this weekend. Otherwise, you’ll never see Zack and Ava again in this lifetime.” Caleb left, leaving behind a confused Anna and a pensive me.
That day when I got home, for the first time, I heard about my two children from Mia’s mouth. “Those two? They’re both quite smart, but at that time, Caleb was starting his business, and you were busy too. You went back to work right after giving birth. Both children were raised by their grandparents, so they’re not very close to you. Hazel, during the divorce, you could have gotten 50% of the marital assets, but you signed an agreement with Caleb. You only took 20% of the assets, but Caleb had to sign a document promising not to remarry and to ensure all assets would go to the two children.” She paused for a moment and then continued, “You carried both children for ten months before giving birth. You loved them to no end, but it was useless. Both children don’t like you. That day when I went to pick you up, I saw them cursing at you, saying you did nothing but took 20% of Caleb’s assets, telling you to give it back. You stood there silently, and when they got angry, they threw glass cups at you…” Mia didn’t finish. She sighed and hugged me, “Hazel, can you not remember, please? We’re so happy like this, isn’t that good?” I nodded seriously, “Okay, I don’t want to remember either.” “But if you want to see them this weekend, you can go. You can’t avoid them forever. I’ll go with you then. No one will bully you.” I looked up at Mia and nodded. Actually, it doesn’t matter if I don’t see them. I’ve really forgotten. I just felt a bit sad when they were first mentioned, but now I don’t feel much anymore. I’m just a bit curious about what they look like.
That day, Mia accompanied me. When Caleb opened the door and saw Mia, he frowned. He probably didn’t like Mia, and of course, Mia disliked him even more. Caleb let me in but tried to block Mia outside. I was startled and immediately ran out, hiding behind Mia. I was actually a bit afraid of Caleb. Caleb was too tall, and his presence was too intimidating. The key thing was, I didn’t remember him. I held onto Mia. If Mia didn’t go in, I wouldn’t go in either. Caleb’s face darkened in an instant. “Hazel Winters, if you want to see the children today, you can only come in alone.” “Then forget it, I don’t want to see them.” I shook my head vigorously, scared to death. What kind of person was this? I pulled Mia, wanting to leave. Caleb laughed angrily. “Hazel Winters, what do you mean? Am I that scary?” Of course, he was scary. He was nearly six feet tall, big and strong. If he punched me into the wall, I wouldn’t be able to peel myself off. I was very firm, “…I’ll only go with Mia.” Caleb had a gloomy face, while Mia stared back expressionlessly. In the end, Caleb stepped aside. “Come in!” The living room of the small villa was very large. In the center sat a boy about seven or eight years old. The boy looked very much like his father, and his expression wasn’t very pleasant when he met my gaze. This must be Zack. Next to him sat a little girl, who must be Ava. The little girl followed her brother’s lead, looking at me with some curiosity. “Are you Mom?” I nodded. Ava tugged at her brother’s sleeve, “Brother, Mom is… so beautiful now!” The little boy suddenly shouted, “Shut up! Don’t call her Mom. She’s not Mom anymore. She doesn’t care about you or me. What kind of mom is that? She won’t even let Dad remarry or let us have a new mom. She’s a bad person, she’s crazy.” “…” My initial expectation dissipated in an instant. I didn’t feel as sad as I had imagined. I still couldn’t remember them. They looked familiar, but in reality, I had forgotten them completely. It felt like two somewhat familiar children were cursing at me. I wasn’t angry, just felt bored.
That day, I stayed at Caleb’s house for half a day. Zack ignored me, and Ava didn’t dare to talk to me. The most impressive thing about that day was actually how delicious the dinner at Caleb’s house was. The housekeeper at Caleb’s was also quite young. She was a girl in her twenties, very pretty, efficient, pleasing to the eye, and an excellent cook. I was thinking that this housekeeper was really good, wondering if I could poach her. Until the little housekeeper swayed her hips and insisted on feeding Caleb strawberries. Mia lowered her head and whispered to me angrily, “What a show-off! She’s the third party between you and Caleb, named Iris. She was your junior in college. With such a good education, instead of working hard to improve herself, she became his mistress. Crazy.” Mia’s words were harsh. I rubbed my nose, feeling a bit guilty. Actually, I wasn’t very ambitious either back then, and was quite lovesick too. But thinking that I couldn’t poach the housekeeper anymore, I was heartbroken. Then I promptly ladled myself another bowl of soup. Halfway through dinner, Mia suddenly received a work call. She glanced at me. The call seemed urgent, and I guessed it was probably something important. I immediately reassured her, “I’m fine. I’ll go back by myself later. You go ahead!” “Hazel, it’ll just be forty minutes. I’ll be back to pick you up in forty minutes.” Mia left in a hurry. After dinner that day, Caleb looked at Iris, and Iris tactfully took the children upstairs. Only Caleb and I were left in the living room. I looked at my watch; Mia would probably be back in about ten minutes. I was thinking, if Caleb hit me, how could I escape out the door as quickly as possible? Would my martial arts classes be useful? Probably not, considering I was only 5’7″ and quite thin. Too weak. Caleb reached out his hand, and in an instant, I ran as fast as I could. Unable to run out the door, I ran to the nearest room and locked it. I hid in the room and heard Caleb getting the keys. I was even more scared, “Don’t come in! If you come in, I’ll call the police!” Through the door, I heard Caleb’s angry voice, “Hazel Winters, what are you so afraid of? We dated for ten years and were married for seven years. Are you still afraid I’ll hit you?”
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