After I lost my memory, I became my husband’s dream girl. On graduation day, I mustered up the courage to confess my feelings to my crush, but I accidentally got hit by a car. When I woke up, my crush was standing in front of me, looking at me coldly. “You’re awake? Good, let’s discuss our divorce agreement.” Me: ??? I hadn’t even confessed yet, how did we end up talking about divorce? On graduation day, I finally gathered the courage to confess to James, my long-time crush. On the other side of the street, James was taking photos in his handsome graduation gown. I excitedly ran over, not noticing that the pedestrian crossing light had turned red. With a loud “bang”, I was hit by a car and lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling. To my surprise, I found James sitting beside my hospital bed. He was as handsome as ever. This must be the first time we’ve been this close. James stood by my bed, his gaze slowly moving from the IV drip to my face. My eyes inadvertently caught sight of a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. I had liked him for so long, but it turns out he was already taken. Suppressing the heartache, I forced a smile and greeted him, “James, why are you here?” As I tried to sit up, I noticed my arm was wrapped in thick bandages. The next second, James sat down on the chair beside my bed, his voice cold and distant. “You’re really good at using tactics. To get a divorce, you’re even willing to risk your life.” I stared at James’s face, completely confused by his words. What did he mean? Divorce? I hadn’t even graduated yet, let alone gotten married. Where did this talk of divorce come from? At that moment, a nurse entered the room, carrying a tray with wound dressing supplies. “Dr. Evans, you’re still here? Miss, you don’t know how lucky you are. When you had the accident, Dr. Evans happened to be passing by and gave you emergency treatment immediately. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten away with just a broken arm.” The nurse spoke while carefully disinfecting my wound. As she gently placed my hand down, I noticed that I was also wearing a ring on my right ring finger! And this ring was clearly a matching couple’s ring with James’s! Panic and disbelief gradually filled my eyes. After the nurse left the room, I immediately grabbed James’s sleeve. “James, your name is James Evans, right? You graduated from Oxford University in 2018, correct?” James frowned, looking extremely annoyed. He shook off my hand on his sleeve and looked at me coldly. “Since you’re awake, let’s discuss the divorce agreement.”
This was completely absurd! I clearly remember being on my way to the graduation ceremony when I accidentally got hit by a car. How did I wake up to find myself “threatening suicide” to divorce James? I was absolutely certain that either I had gone crazy, or James had. “James, wait a minute!” Before I could finish speaking, a little boy suddenly appeared in the hospital room, running affectionately into James’s arms. Me: ??? Wow, what an adorable child! I reached out with my uninjured hand, wanting to pinch his chubby cheeks, but he suddenly seemed scared and hid in James’s arms. “Sweetie, I’m sorry. Auntie just thought you were too cute and couldn’t help herself.” James looked at me with some dissatisfaction. It was then that I remembered I had called him to wait but hadn’t said anything important yet. “James, although this might sound unbelievable, I have no memory of anything you’re talking about. I only remember being on my way to the graduation ceremony…” Before I could finish, James impatiently interrupted me. “So, are you trying to say that you’ve lost your memory now?” Memory loss? Yes, that’s right. Memory loss is the only explanation for why I have no recollection of any of this. I nodded vigorously and sincerely. James’s ice-cold face looked at me as he took out a document from his bag and threw it in front of me. “This is the divorce agreement. All the terms are written according to your requests. If you have no objections, just sign it quickly.” I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything. The little boy in James’s arms heard him mention divorce and pouted, looking upset. “James, talking about this topic in front of someone else’s child might not be good for their mental health.” “Why don’t we put this matter aside for now and discuss it later?” James snorted coldly. “Someone else’s child? Chloe, you’re really playing this amnesia act well. This is our child.” … “And when you were having dinner with another man, did you think about whether it was good for the child’s mental health?” I hadn’t even processed what James said in the first sentence when the second sentence left me completely blank. I looked at the little boy in disbelief. So not only am I married, but I also have a child? Unfortunately, the little boy didn’t pay any attention to me, burying his head in James’s neck without even giving me a glance. Too much information, not enough processing power. My brain successfully crashed.
It took me a whole day to sort out the situation in my head. It seems I really have lost my memory. I’m still me, and James is still James. The only difference is that we’re married now, and we have a baby. But the divorce agreement on the hospital bed silently conveyed another piece of information: our marriage was clearly in trouble. The problem is, did I have an affair? No, but is that even possible? Would I cheat on someone like James, who has both looks and brains, with another man? Did I lose my mind? So, where exactly did the problem occur? How can I get my memory back? I scratched my head in frustration, my mind completely blank, feeling extremely anxious and uneasy. “Mommy.” There was a knock on the door. I looked up and saw the door open slightly, revealing the cute face of the little boy peeking in shyly. “Daddy said to remember to disinfect your hand. Here’s the disinfectant for you to use.” His small hands were tightly gripping a bottle of iodine. I reached out to him, gesturing for him to come in. “Mommy’s hand hurts a little. Can you bring it over for me?” The boy looked at me, his expression hesitant and uncertain, but he finally nodded and ran to my side, placing the iodine on my bedside table. I picked him up with my other hand and sat him on my lap. I carefully examined his features. His eyes were like mine, round and big and bright. His nose was like James’s, very high and straight. His face was like James’s, a perfect oval shape, very handsome. This is my son with James. I couldn’t help myself and hugged him tightly, then planted a big kiss on his cheek. The boy smelled like milk, and I simply couldn’t let go. When I looked up, I saw the boy’s face had turned bright red. He stiffened in my arms for two seconds, then wrapped his little arms around my neck and hugged me back tightly. He rested on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Mommy, you smell nice.” This is simply the cutest thing in the world! I was basking in the joy of being complimented by my baby when the door opened. James’s familiar figure appeared at the doorway, walking towards us. “Daddy!” The boy in my arms immediately ran to James, stretching out his arms waiting for James to pick him up. James had clearly just taken a shower, wearing casual home clothes that made him look sexy and relaxed. His hair fell naturally on his forehead, with some water droplets sliding down his neck into his collar. I swallowed hard. Male beauty is truly tempting. As he got closer to me, my heart started beating more intensely. However, when James spoke, he instantly extinguished my excitement. “Miss Chloe, don’t you think it’s a bit late to start being nice to Coco now?” “I didn’t, I…” I wanted to explain, but as soon as I saw James’s cold expression, I knew he wouldn’t believe anything I said. In the end, I chose to remain silent. “Forget it, you carry on. I’m leaving.” I walked out of the study. Coco peeked out from James’s neck and glanced at me. Seeing how close he was with James, my heart filled with a sour feeling. What’s the point of having a husband and child if my husband doesn’t love me and wants a divorce, and even the child is closer to his father? I started to overthink. If that’s the case, why did we choose to get married in the first place, and why did we have a child? Outside on the balcony, a full moon hung high in the sky. The night breeze blew in, completely messing up my emotions. Nothing has changed. It seems only I have changed.
There was only one large bed in the master bedroom. The entire room was decorated in the most monotonous black, white, and gray color scheme. Apart from that, the room was kept very clean, with a faint scent of gardenia constantly wafting into my nose. I remembered, this was the scent I liked. I walked to the closet, wanting to find one of my pajamas, but all I saw was a sea of black. And they were all men’s clothes. … With no other choice, I had to knock on the study door. “James… honey, I’m sorry to bother you.” I spoke with utmost respect. James, who was working at his computer, looked up when he heard the sound. The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge made him look so alluring yet unapproachable. “Do you… know where my pajamas are? I just looked in the master bedroom closet but couldn’t find them.” James stared at me for a few seconds without speaking. Just as I thought he wasn’t going to answer and was about to leave, he suddenly stood up from his chair and walked towards me. He stood straight in front of me. At 6’1″, he towered over my 5’5″ frame, making me look small and delicate. James smirked, hands in his pockets. “What, planning to play the amnesia card till the end?” I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. The problem is, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told the truth. Fortunately, he didn’t give me a hard time this time. He stepped past me and walked towards the other side. I stood there, not knowing what to do. He turned his head and glanced at me. “Aren’t you coming?” I immediately ran after him like an obedient puppy, keeping a respectful distance. “Thank you.” Two minutes later, when I happily opened the closet door to get my pajamas, I slammed it shut the next second. My face turned bright red. It was simply too embarrassing to look at!! “Is this…” I didn’t finish my sentence, sure that James understood. Because he was now leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, silently watching me. His eyes were silently telling me, “Keep acting, I’ll just watch without saying anything.” … I took a deep breath and slowly opened the closet door again. The style of clothes inside was so revealing that I could hardly believe it. They were all the kind of skimpy outfits that nightclub girls would wear, barely covering anything. After graduation… no, after marriage, did my dressing style become this flamboyant and sexy? The annoying thing was, James just stood there, showing no intention of leaving. I could only try my best to ignore his gaze. With my back to him, I rummaged through the clothes from top to bottom, but couldn’t find a single “normal” piece of clothing. … I sighed inwardly, turned around, and not knowing what I was thinking at that moment, I asked James: “Honey, which… which one do you like to see me wear?” Then, I clearly saw James’s eyes gradually darken. He snorted coldly and turned to leave. He slammed the door shut so hard it startled me. Why did he get angry? Sigh, they say a woman’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but a man’s heart is even harder to fathom. Taking the pajamas to the bathroom, a thought suddenly crossed my mind. Could the reason for our divorce be that our sex life wasn’t satisfying? After showering, I put on a robe and went to Coco’s nursery. The nursery was decorated very warmly. It was evident that James cared a lot about the child and put a lot of effort into it. I tiptoed over. He was already in a sweet dream, hugging a stuffed toy. I gently covered him with the little blanket he had kicked off and carefully removed his thumb from his mouth, wiping it with a napkin. It wasn’t until this moment that I truly felt the closeness of being a mother. But I only knew his name was Coco, I didn’t even know how old he was. I looked at James’s and my marriage certificate. The date was four years ago. So Coco should be around three years old. I stroked his head, then got up to leave his room. Just as I closed the door and turned around, I saw the man standing in front of me. Our distance was so close that if I raised my head, I could touch his chin. My back was pressed tightly against the door, but James seemed unaware, showing no intention of stepping back to maintain some distance. My heart was beating fast, so dramatically that I felt it might jump to my throat the next second. “Are you done?” “Mm-hmm.” The atmosphere was a bit awkward. I didn’t know what to say for a moment. “So… ready for bed?” James didn’t respond, nor did he make any movement. I pulled my robe tighter, trying not to let him see the overly revealing pajamas I was wearing underneath. “I’ll go to bed first then.” With that, I sidled away and fled to the master bedroom like lightning. Then without a word, I lifted the covers and lay down, positioning myself properly. Not long after, the master bedroom door opened, and James walked in. Seeing me lying in bed, he paused for a moment, his footsteps stopping in place, just looking at me. I felt my scalp tingle under his gaze. “Honey, which side do you usually sleep on?” He didn’t answer me. How come I feel that after a few years, James’s personality has become quite strange? He always likes to stare at you coldly without saying a word. I pulled a face and got out of bed, standing by the side. “You choose first.” Petty James! I cursed him in my heart, knowing he couldn’t hear me. But this time he moved. He walked to the other side, lay down on the bed, and ignored me, turning off the bedside lamp with a click. Me: … It was pitch black. Fortunately, I don’t have night blindness, otherwise I really would have hit someone! I felt my way back into bed in the dark. The person beside me was breathing evenly. Everything around was quiet, but I couldn’t sleep at all. Even my brain felt like a jumbled mess, unable to think about anything. I was already feeling frustrated, and now my robe was digging into my sore arm, making it even more uncomfortable. I moved slightly, and the person next to me didn’t react. So I sat up a little, intending to take off my robe. Successfully removing the robe, I rubbed my sore arm, completely unaware that James, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. In one swift motion, he flipped over and pinned me under his body. He leaned down to look at me. My breathing became erratic due to nervousness. In the darkness, I couldn’t see him clearly. But I could feel that he was very close to me, so close that our breaths intertwined silently. “James, aren’t you asleep yet?” “What exactly are you trying to do?” “What?” “You were the one who wanted to get married, and you were the one who went to great lengths to get a divorce. Now you’re sleeping with me, trying to seduce me. Chloe, I don’t have time to play games with you. If you want something, just say it directly.” “Seduce?” I stared at him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling a chill in my chest. I looked down and realized how revealing the pajamas I was wearing were. No wonder James thought my current behavior was an attempt to seduce him. “I… I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.” As I spoke, I reached out to pick up the robe I had thrown on the floor. But James clearly didn’t want to continue sleeping in the same bed with me anymore. He got off me, then got up and left the bedroom, leaving me with these words: “Chloe, I don’t care what you’re thinking right now. I have no feelings for you anymore. I hope you understand this point. Whether you’re pretending to have amnesia or trying to seduce me, it all means nothing to me now.” “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Do as you please.” James left. In the huge space, only I remained, left with nothing but sadness.
I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there, staring blankly until dawn. Around seven, I heard James talking outside, along with a woman constantly saying “okay, okay, okay.” I guessed it must be the housekeeper. After a while, the front door closed, and the sound of a car engine started. James had left for work. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with my mind in chaos, starting to ponder. I’ve never been an outgoing person. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have secretly had a crush on James for so many years. But now, not only had my secret crush succeeded, but I had also become his wife. Although I was shocked, I felt more of an indescribable joy. I thought this was a chance given to me by heaven, but I didn’t expect to have played such a bad hand in this marriage. Low emotional intelligence really is a fatal flaw. Lost in these thoughts, the bedroom door suddenly opened. A woman wearing a housekeeper’s uniform walked in. When she saw me, she quickly apologized. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know there was someone inside.” “It’s okay, I was just about to get up.” I smiled at her, and she finally relaxed and slowly walked in. “The master has gone to work. I thought this room was empty. Didn’t you used to sleep in your own room?” My own room? I suddenly remembered that yesterday when I went to get clothes, there seemed to be a bed in that room. So, I had been sleeping in another room all along. In other words, were we living separately? Thinking about it this way, James’s series of unusual behaviors yesterday all made sense. Too embarrassing to face anyone. I buried my face in my hands, already regretting my actions many times over. Coco probably heard our conversation and came running to the bedroom door barefoot, looking at me eagerly but not daring to come in. “Coco, come here to Mommy.” I called to him gently, reaching out my arms. Hearing me say this, the little one excitedly rushed over to me. Then he suddenly pounced on me, knocking me back onto the bed, showing his little tiger teeth and grinning happily. “Mommy.” He said, not forgetting to nuzzle his head against my chest. It melted my heart. He really is my adorable baby boy. No matter how much James hates me right now, this son is my own flesh and blood. I must treat Coco well. I greeted the housekeeper and took Coco out, spending some quality time just the two of us. I took Coco shopping, bought him lots of nice clothes, and also got some normal clothes for myself. After all, my post-marriage dressing style was really hard to accept. I held Coco as he happily ate ice cream in my arms. The little guy was so happy, his mouth full of cream. I gently wiped his face. “Coco, what was Mommy like before?” Coco looked at me, pouted, and then spoke in a somewhat aggrieved tone. “Didn’t like Coco.” Then he added. “Mean.” Children don’t lie, but his words made my heart ache. So, I had changed so much before that even I couldn’t recognize myself. Then, why did James choose to marry me? Was it because he liked me? If so, he really had peculiar taste. “Mommy, I want to eat that!” Coco, sitting in my arms, suddenly stretched out his chubby little hand, pointing at the family bucket newly launched on the McDonald’s poster. Indeed, children can’t resist the “real fragrance” theory. Me: “Let’s buy it!” An hour later, Coco and I sat with our heads down on the sofa in James’s office, looking just like two little kids who had done something wrong. The cause was the family bucket emitting a delicious aroma now sitting on the coffee table in front of us. It all started because Coco thought his dad must be working hard alone in the office while we were out having fun, so he wanted to share his “delicious food” with his dad. James’s workplace happened to be near the mall, and I couldn’t bear to refuse the little guy’s request, so we cheerfully went to James’s office. But in James’s eyes, Coco’s “delicious food” was nothing but “junk food”. So, what followed was this interrogation. “Why did you buy this junk food for Coco to eat?”
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