My name is Cynthia Johansson. After my husband Zane Knowles lost his memory, he demanded I leave our marriage with nothing, citing his mistress Camilla Fox’s pregnancy as the reason. I agreed. After he regained his memory, he chased me to a foreign country, begging for reconciliation. But by then, I had long lost all feelings for him. Because I, too, had recovered the memories I had lost. “Sign your name. Camy is pregnant, and I need to divorce you.” Across the table sat the man I had loved for seven years—Zane, the primary heir of Knowles Group. And I was his wife. “Zane, think this through,” urged the woman beside him, his mother, Mary Knowles. “You’ll regret this once your memory returns.” That was right—Zane had lost his memory. Three years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, he had driven to the supermarket to buy ingredients, saying he wanted to cook me a grand meal himself, just like he did when we were dating. But he never came back. The day after I reported him missing, the hospital called to inform me that Zane had been in a car accident. When I rushed there, I found Zane gazing tenderly at the girl who had saved him. Then, the doctor told me Zane had lost his memory. His memories had reset to three years prior—just one day before we first met. He didn’t remember that I was the woman he had pursued for two years. Worse, he had fallen madly in love with the girl who brought him to the hospital. The day after he was discharged, he asked me for a divorce. The look in his eyes was as serious as when he had confessed his love and promised to cherish me forever. It felt like a knife twisting in my heart. I refused. I couldn’t let go of what we had. So he moved out. Over the next three years, I heard countless stories of Zane’s reckless devotion to that girl. After all, Knowles Group was influential, and Zane himself was handsome and accomplished. But more than that—many of those grand gestures were things he had never done for me.
Sometimes, I think love is the most fragile thing in the world. A person’s affection can shift entirely just because their memories have changed. For three years, many people tried to talk Zane out of his foolishness. Every relative and friend who had witnessed our love urged him to come home, even just for a while. Later, they turned to me, saying that once Zane regained his memory, he would remember how deeply he had loved me. So I endured. I endured when they told me Zane had bought the company where the girl worked just to keep her close. I endured when they said he had gifted her an entire island. I even endured when I learned they were living together and calling each other husband and wife. But now, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fine,” I said with a smile. “Bring the papers. I’ll sign.” “Thia, don’t do this.” Mary clutched my hand, tears streaming down her face. “Zane’s just lost his memory. He loved you so much, and you love him too. Fate has been too cruel to both of you.” My parents had passed away long ago, and over the years, Zane’s parents had treated me like their own. “I’ll be alright. Haven’t you always wanted a grandchild? She’s pregnant now. The child is innocent.” I wiped Mary’s tears away. “That girl isn’t bad either. Zane and I… I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” “I can’t believe you’re giving up so easily.” Zane let out a cold laugh, his gaze devoid of any past affection—only the disdain one would reserve for a deranged woman. In his current memories, I was just the lunatic who refused to divorce, standing in the way of his perfect love. “If I don’t agree, should that child grow up as a bastard instead?” Zane glanced at my stomach and sneered, “Seems I never loved you that much to begin with. We were married for a year—why didn’t you get pregnant?” I flung a glass of water in his face. “Get out!” Wiping his face in a fluster, he still managed to throw out a final threat. “Once we’re divorced, this house won’t be yours either!” After he left, Mary vented her anger on my behalf. “Thia, move in with me. Even if you’re no longer Zane’s wife, you can still be my daughter.” I shook my head. Over the past three years, Zane had fought with his parents too. He refused to come home. When I went to his office, he had his staff block me. But he needed my consent for the divorce. His friends were too ashamed to pressure me, so he turned to his parents. After being scolded by them a few times, he stopped visiting them altogether.
After finally convincing Mary to leave, a friend brought me a message—the girl wanted to see me. Camilla was the one who had taken Zane to the hospital that day. Now that she was pregnant, I was terrified that any meeting might result in her getting hurt or miscarrying, leaving me responsible. So I refused without a second thought. But my friend insisted that Camilla was determined—she was waiting at a café right now and wouldn’t leave until she saw me. Those two were truly the bane of my existence. Grumbling under my breath, I stormed into the café and immediately spotted Camilla by the window. Thinking about it, Camilla and I didn’t have any real enmity between us. Some friends called her a homewrecker, but I believed the fault ultimately lay with Zane. If anything, Camilla was the unlucky one. She had done a good deed by taking an injured man to the hospital, only to be relentlessly pursued by him afterward. I knew exactly what Zane was capable of when he wanted a woman. His charm and resources were irresistible, and Camilla was just a young woman fresh out of college. No matter how strong-willed she was, Zane’s sweet words and grand gestures would wear anyone down. Camilla wore a pale sundress, her long curls glowing softly in the sunlight—though her complexion looked off. “Cynthia, thank you for coming.” Her voice was as gentle as her appearance. Camilla and I were complete opposites. She was an art student—gentle, refined, and delicate, like the heroine of a romantic music video. Before meeting Zane, I had been a botanist constantly trekking through forests. Because I became a team leader at a young age, my personality had grown assertive. Back then, Zane hadn’t taken over Knowles Group yet—he was still a thrill-seeking playboy. He had paid a fortune to join our expedition team, only to be scolded by me countless times for his lack of survival skills. When he first pursued me, I refused. I loved my adventurous life in the rainforests and mountains. Being a wealthy wife might be many people’s dream, but not mine. But Zane knew exactly how to manipulate people. He showed me something I had never had—the warmth of family. His parents were wonderful, truly treating me like their own. And he promised me that marriage wouldn’t chain me down—that he would be my support. Those were all lies. In the early days of our marriage, I didn’t give up my career. It wasn’t until he wanted to have his own children that I considered temporarily switching to lab work. Then, right as I was finalizing the transfer, the accident happened—and he lost his memory. My marital vows wouldn’t let me abandon him, so I took the lab position, continuing my research over the three years he kept demanding a divorce. Now, I knew it was time to let go. I started missing the life I had before marriage.
I sat across from Camilla at her invitation. She must have been newly pregnant—her figure was still slender. “Why did you insist on seeing me? I’ve already agreed to the divorce,” I said bluntly. I didn’t expect Camilla to burst into tears. “What are you crying for? I said I’d sign the papers.” I was baffled. She just kept wiping her tears. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” Seeing such a delicate beauty cry softened my heart despite myself. “You don’t owe me an apology. It’s not you who made Zane lose his memory. That was just…because of fate.” I took a sip of coffee. Normally, I drank it like water, but today, for the first time, the latte tasted unbearably bitter. “You’re having his child, so just…be happy with him.” Camilla sobbed uncontrollably. “I never wanted this—really, I never wanted this.” The attention of the café was now fixed on our table, and I felt exhaustion creeping in. “Stop crying.” I reached over to wipe her tears. “I don’t blame you. Honestly.” “Camy!” The café door slammed open, and Zane stormed in like a hurricane. “I never thought you’d stoop this low!” He grabbed my wrist with enough force to snap it. “Camy did nothing wrong! If you’re angry, take it out on me!” I had never realized until now that Zane was an idiot. “Are you insane? Why would I hurt her?” “Zane, Cynthia didn’t do anything to me. Let her go!” Zane shoved me away violently. My hand slammed against the edge of the table with a loud thud. I hissed in pain. I had fieldwork coming up—an injured hand would be a disaster. But I’d underestimated Zane’s irrationality. He fussed over Camilla, checking her from every angle, only to confirm that her eyes were just swollen from crying. “Cynthia, I’m the one who betrayed you. If you dare harass Camilla again, I won’t let you off easy.” I couldn’t fathom how I’d ever fallen for a man like this. “Zane, the divorce is happening. And one more thing—” I slapped him across the face. “If you’re so desperate for it, bring the papers sooner. Don’t fucking waste my time.”
That evening, Zane’s secretary called. “Mrs. Knowles, why did you agree to the divorce?” I pressed an ice pack to my wrist and corrected her, “Don’t call me Mrs. Knowles anymore. We’re divorcing. Given how eager he is, it’ll probably be finalized in a couple of days.” “Ms. Johansson, but Mr. Knowles isn’t leaving you anything!” I froze. “What do you mean, nothing?” “Mr. Knowles consulted a lawyer this afternoon. He’s demanding you walk away with nothing.” But I distinctly remembered Zane’s proposal vow: if he ever betrayed me, he’d be the one to leave empty-handed. The secretary continued, “Including everything he ever gifted you—he wants it all back.” He’d been thoughtful during our courtship. Knowing I didn’t care for jewelry or handbags, he’d named a star after me. “Even the star?” “Which star?” The secretary sounded confused. After some typing, she said, “Mr. Knowles only purchased the naming rights. He hasn’t filed to rename it yet.” Or maybe he’d simply forgotten. I caught her implication. The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. A star bearing my name was as fleeting as our relationship—shattered the moment his memory disappeared. “It’s fine. Those things were always his. Let him have them.” I was tired. Soon, none of this would matter anyway. “Ms. Johansson, even though I’m Mr. Knowles’ secretary, the terms are unfair. You did nothing wrong in this marriage. He can’t treat you like this.” She hesitated. “I have no right to interfere, but…please don’t sign.” I knew she meant well. Everyone knew my background—modest, orphaned, living in a shabby apartment before knowing Zane. Yet the heir of Knowles Group was stripping his blameless wife of everything. “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “But honestly…none of it ever really mattered to me.” The next morning, Zane’s lawyer arrived at my door. “Ms. Johansson, these are the divorce papers drafted per Mr. Knowles’ instructions.”
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