My ex-husband got into a car crash and lost his memory. He reverted to a twenty-year-old boy, his memory stopping exactly at the time he loved me the most. “Chloe, you actually became my wife ten years from now!” Ethan hopped off the hospital bed, equal parts shocked and overjoyed, and rushed over to hug me tightly. “I’m not dreaming, am I? Holy crap, my ultimate crush actually came true!!” I stood there, stunned by his embrace, feeling nothing but a chilling desolation in my heart. “Ethan, you forgot. We got divorced last month.” I said softly, “And… you were the one who cheated.” 01 It was New Year’s Eve, and everyone else was out celebrating. I was the only idiot waiting out in the cold by the courthouse doors. I waited the entire day. Until the clerks went home, and that bastard ex-husband of mine still hadn’t shown up. Damn it. He was the one who asked for the divorce. The papers were signed. Playing disappearing games right when we just needed to file the final decree—was this fun for him? Eyes burning with rage, I called him over and over. It went straight to voicemail. When the sky turned dark and the courthouse locked its doors, I knew I definitely wasn’t getting divorced today. I walked back to the parking garage in defeat, ready to drive home. Just as I started the engine, my phone rang. “Hello, are you a family member of Ethan Wright? We’re calling from General Hospital. Mr. Wright has been in a car accident…” 02 Perfect. The divorce didn’t go through, and now I’m getting scam calls. I didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, I’m Ethan’s wife. Is he dying? Don’t waste medical resources, just pull the plug!” “Yes, I authorize it. I’ll take full responsibility. Just roll him straight to the morgue!” The person on the other end was stunned into silence. “Mr. Wright just has a fractured leg…” The doctor sounded young, clearly inexperienced with dealing with unhinged family members. He sounded incredibly stressed. “We’ve already set the bone and put it in a cast. If it’s convenient, could you come down here?” I frowned, finding it a bit strange, but politely declined. “No need. A broken leg isn’t a big deal, and I’m very busy. I’ll pass.” “Oh…” He sounded disappointed but pushed on, “Also, Mr. Wright was in the accident with a Ms. Mia Harper. We can’t reach Ms. Harper’s family. Do you know her?” Hearing that name, I instantly perked up. “I do. What happened to her?” “She’s severely injured. Massive contusions all over her body. Her hand might be permanently disabled, and she’ll likely have extensive scarring…” “I’M ON MY WAY!!!” I screamed, delirious with joy. “General Hospital, right? What floor? What room? I’ll be there in twenty minutes!!!” Doctor: “We’re in the second wing, fifth floor…” I hung up and slammed on the gas. The black SUV shot out like a shark, weaving aggressively through the holiday traffic. All the gloom from earlier had completely vanished. Sure, my ex-husband broke his leg in a crash. Who cares if he lives or dies? But the mistress getting disfigured and possibly crippled in a car crash? That kind of karma doesn’t just happen every day. How could I miss a show like this?! 03 When it came to Ethan, I felt absolutely nothing. But hearing Mia was disfigured? I sprinted the whole way. I didn’t even wait for the hospital elevator. I practically flew up five flights of stairs in my heels. I was burning with impatience, terrified I’d miss it. The doctors didn’t expect me to arrive so fast. I burst into the room, beaming with absolute delight. “Where’s Mia Harper? How is her hand crippled? How big are the scars? Let me see! Let me see!” Everyone in the room stared at me in extreme awkwardness. I wasn’t awkward at all. I was just ecstatic. “Where is she? Where is she??” But the next second, the curtain was pulled back. Ethan had a heavy cast on his leg. He looked at me, his expression caught between shock and bewildered uncertainty. My face instantly fell. He looked at me, his voice trembling and confused. “Are you… are you Chloe’s older sister?” Me: “?” I sneered. “I’m your worst nightmare!” I don’t know what nerve that struck, but Ethan clutched his head, his face twisting in pain, and fell back onto the pillows. The doctor pulled me out of the room to explain. “Mr. Wright has a severe concussion, and his memory is scrambled. We asked him some basic trivia, and he knew the answers, but when we asked his age, he said he was twenty…” I wasn’t really listening. The doctor picked up on my distraction. “Ms. Harper is in a room on the 6th floor. She’s still not entirely out of the woods, but you can look at her through the glass.” Without another word, I bolted. The staff exchanged bewildered looks. When I got to the 6th floor, I saw Mia. I saw the mistress who destroyed my marriage with my own eyes. Just days ago, she was flaunting her victory in my face. Now, she was lying there wrapped in bandages, her right hand curled into a grotesque, deformed claw, her once-pretty face covered in raw, ruined skin. From a humanitarian perspective, I should have felt pity. But thinking about what she did to me, my humanitarianism vanished. I am not a saint. 04 When I went back down to the fifth floor, I pulled cash straight from my wallet, ready to hand out hundreds to everyone in the room. Yes. I wanted everyone to share in my joy. And they certainly felt it. The doctor’s hand trembled slightly as he held the money. “Ms. Chloe, the patient’s condition is a bit complex, and our medical resources here are limited…” I waved my hand, feeling incredibly generous. “He thinks he’s twenty? Then let him be twenty, whatever.” “You guys are doing great! Treat him. If you mess up or he dies, I won’t sue!” The room fell into a speechless, heavy silence. They didn’t know what to say. In the room were doctors, nurses, and standing in the corner were Ethan’s executive assistant and his corporate lawyer. They were so afraid I’d notice them that they desperately turned sideways, trying to shrink into the shadows. I laughed. “I don’t really have a say in Ethan’s treatment anyway.” Ultimately, I came clean to the doctor. “Although we haven’t finalized the legal paperwork, we’ve already signed the divorce settlement. I can no longer act as his proxy.” “These are his assistant and his lawyer.” I pointed to the corner. The two men jolted. Too ashamed to face me, they dodged my gaze. I said, “Discuss it with them.” The assistant and lawyer were completely meek. Seeing them like this, I found it hilarious. “You guys helped push the divorce through, but at the end of the day, you’re just employees.” I pulled out a cigarette, placed it between my lips, and bit down on it, without lighting it. Then I casually tucked a stray hair behind my ear. Instead of being angry, I smiled at them. “Don’t be afraid to look at me. It’s not like I’m the bad guy here.” The assistant stood there awkwardly, wishing the floor would swallow him whole. The lawyer, who looked quite young and usually very stiff, actually blushed when I smiled at him. “Ms. Chloe.” The lawyer’s face was bright red, his wire-rimmed glasses failing to maintain his elite professional facade. He said to me, “You didn’t have to come…” “Yeah.” I was in a great mood, feeling completely unbothered. “I’m heading out now.” Hearing this, the curtain around the hospital bed was suddenly ripped back. Ethan had survived another wave of headache and was awake. The assistant hurried over. But this CEO, whose memory was stuck at 20, completely ignored his trusted right-hand man. He looked at me, his expression lost and dazed. “Chloe… why do you look like this?” “You look… a little older.” I touched my face. Well, yeah. It had been ten years. Who wouldn’t age? I wasn’t going to argue with a potential lunatic, nor did I have the energy to entertain him. I turned to leave. Then came a massive crash from behind me. Ethan had dragged his broken, cast-covered leg out of bed, lost his balance, and wiped out. He hit the floor but immediately started scrambling toward me, looking completely deranged. “Chloe, don’t go!” The assistant rushed to help him up but was shoved away. This CEO with a 20-year-old’s memory didn’t recognize his top executive at all. His face was full of confusion, panic, and desperation. “I don’t know any of you!” “Leave me alone!!” “Chloe, wait for me! Take me with you!” Lying on the floor, he yelled at the door, completely isolated, desperately calling out to his only lifeline. “Don’t leave me behind!” 05 I had already walked out the door, but hearing the commotion, I turned back in genuine shock. Ethan was a highly sought-after tech billionaire. He built his empire from scratch, finding massive success young. By twenty-five, he was already a big shot. Everyone respectfully called him “Mr. Wright.” Accompanying his fame was his strict, cold demeanor. He was notoriously difficult to work with and kept everyone at arm’s length. I suddenly walked back, crouched in front of him, and asked, “You really only recognize me?” “Who am I?” Ethan reached out and grabbed my arm, holding on for dear life. He was terrified I’d run away again. He answered flawlessly: “You’re Chloe. You live next door to me. Your dad is Robert, your mom is a high school teacher, and you’re severely allergic to peanuts and shellfish. If you eat even a little bit, you swell up instantly.” Well… that was all entirely accurate. My mouth twitched. “You… you think you’re 20, right?” “Think about it. When we were 20, we were sophomores in college. Look at your old face now. Do you look like a college student?” Ethan touched his own face, then looked at me. For some reason, he actually blushed. Me: “…” “I heard the doctor call you.” Ethan sat on the floor, dragging his broken leg. His expression was serious and solemn, but his eyes darted nervously as he looked at me. “I know I’m not 20. When I saw you, I knew. I must have hit my head and forgotten the last few years.” He squeezed my arm, finally saying, “You… you’re my wife now.” I didn’t say anything. At that moment, I just felt exhausted. After all, before coming here, I had waited bitterly at the courthouse all day. I watched countless couples get married, and countless others tearfully separate. Sitting there, I told myself that when Ethan and I finally parted, I wouldn’t let it be filled with ugly hatred and resentment like them. At the very end, I wanted to be graceful. I have my pride. But I never expected this idiot Ethan to drive like a maniac, swerve on the highway, and crash into a guardrail with his mistress. Because Ethan was gripping my arm refusing to let go, I had no choice but to pull him up with me. With his leg in a cast, Ethan had to stand on one foot. He looked warily at the assistant and the lawyer, like a wounded animal separated from its pack. To get away, I pulled the assistant over and said to Ethan, “You are Ethan Wright. You are 30 years old.” “You are the founder and CEO of Wright Technologies. This is your assistant and your corporate lawyer. You can trust them.” Ethan looked at them, furrowing his brows. I smiled at him. “Even though you don’t remember, congratulations. By the time you turned 30, you really made it big.” But he just stared intently at me. He asked, “How many years have we been married?” I was very patient. “We’ve been married for 5 years.” Ethan did the math in his head, his eyes drifting again. “We tied the knot right after graduation… do we have kids?” I went silent for a moment. “We did.” I said calmly, “But at four months, we lost the baby.” Ethan took a step back. Those words acted like a needle, stabbing him viciously. He instinctively let go of my arm and started to shake. But he didn’t even know where this sudden physical reaction came from. He stood there, dazed, trembling violently. A sudden wave of agony ambushed him, tearing his heart to pieces, so intense he couldn’t control himself. “I…” He grabbed his head again, saying in agony, “Chloe, our… I…” I watched coldly, completely unmoved. Until Ethan collapsed, clutching his head. With my hands in my pockets, I just stared blankly as he fell onto the hospital bed, shaking all over, his face contorted as he held his head and cried. The doctors and nurses rushed in to tend to him, throwing everyone into chaos. Amidst the commotion, I turned to the assistant. “Please reschedule the appointment with the courthouse. We’ll finalize the paperwork next Wednesday.” The assistant looked at me in a panic. He hesitated, not knowing what to say. But I had already turned and walked away. 06 I got married when I was twenty-five. The timing wasn’t early or late, but it happened right when we were at our absolute poorest. At the time, Ethan couldn’t even scrape together a hundred bucks. He bought a cheap ten-dollar strawberry cake, lit a candle, and proposed to me with it. You couldn’t just call it simple. It was downright pathetic. When other people’s love stories reached their happy ending, there were usually flowers, diamond rings, and romantic dinners. I only got that cake. We were crammed into a tiny rented apartment. We ate the cake until our faces were messy. Still hungry afterward, I went into the kitchen to boil some instant ramen. The kitchen was cramped, filled with the hot steam rising from the pot. Ethan suddenly walked in and said, “Why don’t we get married?” I paused for a second, then said, “Sure.” Just like that, we finished our ramen, went to City Hall the next day, got our license, and became legally husband and wife. We had been neighbors since childhood, childhood sweethearts. His heart matched mine. From our naive youth, we walked together all the way until we hit thirty. There was no “one that got away,” no manipulative best friends, no sudden goddess dropping from the sky. We were perfectly in sync, fighting side by side. Finally, when we turned thirty, Ethan’s company landed several massive tech projects, and investment capital flooded in like a tidal wave. Riding that wave, we completely turned our lives around and became part of the city’s new elite. When I was thirty-one, I caught Ethan in bed with someone else, and our marriage instantly shattered. It happened right in our own home. Ethan was passed out on the bed, still hungover. When we burst in, he didn’t even know what was happening. I took a bottle of water and poured it directly on his face. Meanwhile, Mia Harper, wrapped in a towel, was cornered in the bathroom by my friends. There is strength in numbers. Seeing so many of my angry friends, she panicked, her face draining of color. “Mr… Mr. Wright asked me to keep him company!” She fake-cried, whimpering, “I’m just an intern. How could I refuse my boss…” That was her level of manipulation? My friends practically rolled their eyes into the back of their heads. “If I knew you had this kind of talent, I would have transferred you to the marketing department,” I smiled at her, my expression terrifyingly grim. “It just so happens our client, Mr. Vance, loves young girls. Since you don’t know how to refuse people, why don’t you lean into it? Seal that deal, and your holiday bonus will be way more than ten grand!” Mia didn’t expect my brain to work like that. For a moment, she choked on her own words. Seeing that I genuinely intended to recycle her as corporate bait, Mia clutched the only towel covering her and weakly defended herself: “My feelings for Mr. Wright are genuine.” What kind of low-tier homewrecker was this? How stupid could she be? I actually laughed at her stupidity at the time. But my smile quickly faded. Because Ethan wiped the water from his face, got dressed, calmly stood up from the bed, and asked for a divorce. Yes. He was divorcing me. I screamed, I cursed, I even smashed up his corporate office. But our marriage was already a complete and utter failure. This heavily triggered my mental state, leading to a situation where, during the divorce negotiations, his trusted assistant completely screwed me over. In the divorce settlement, I was legally cut out of the company, and I only walked away with a third of our joint assets. I couldn’t believe it. But the damage was done, the mess was everywhere. When I finally accepted reality and agreed to the divorce… This idiot Ethan got into a car crash and gave himself amnesia.
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