I lost five years of my memories. When I woke up, I discovered that Evelyn Frost, the goddess I had been secretly in love with for years, had become my wife. But she wasn’t good to me at all. All her tenderness was reserved for her male best friend. Even when my life was in danger, she was only concerned about accompanying her childhood sweetheart. Everyone said I was madly in love with her. They claimed that even if Evelyn asked me to be a slave to her male best friend, I would do it without hesitation. What a joke. I didn’t even remember this person. I didn’t remember Evelyn, and since she wasn’t good to me, I naturally proposed a divorce. But later, she lingered outside my house late at night, unwilling to leave. “Honey, can you… look at me one more time?” “Ms. Frost, your husband attempted suicide!” When I woke up, all I could see was a blinding white. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my wrist. As I was coming to my senses, I heard an anxious female voice nearby. Then, I saw a woman standing with her back to me, talking on the phone: “Ms. Frost, Jack Carson is in the hospital now. Do you want to come and see him?” A cold, emotionless female voice came from the other end of the line: “Is he dead? If not, don’t bother me!” The call was hung up, and the woman sighed, turning around. When she saw me, she froze for a moment. After a while, she walked up to me: “You’re awake?” “…Who are you?” I looked at her blankly, “Are you talking to me?” “You don’t recognize me?” The woman’s expression changed, “I’m Zoe, Ms. Frost’s assistant.” “…Who is Ms. Frost?” Zoe frowned as she looked at me, her expression already showing some impatience, “Jack, Ms. Frost is very busy with work right now. Even if you attempt suicide, it won’t work, let alone pretending to have amnesia! Give it up, Ms. Frost won’t come to see you!” I was even more confused, not knowing what she was talking about. Seeing that I didn’t respond, Zoe took another step forward and said earnestly: “Jack, you’ve been married to Ms. Frost for five years, and you’ve been causing trouble for five years. Ms. Frost still hasn’t fallen in love with you. Don’t you think you should reflect on yourself and stop causing trouble for Ms. Frost?” Although I still didn’t know what had happened, her attitude made me very uncomfortable. Especially looking at her face, I felt an inexplicable aversion. Wait a minute… “Did you say… five years?” I suddenly rushed into the bathroom attached to the hospital room, looking at myself in the mirror— It was indeed still me, the same face, but more mature and with a hint of lingering melancholy. Could what Zoe said be true? Is it five years later now? Am I really married? … The facts proved that I was indeed married. And had been for five years. I hadn’t time-traveled or been dreaming, I had just lost my memory. My current memories were still from when I was 18, just entering college; I had a secret crush on a senior student named Evelyn Frost. She was an ice beauty with impeccable looks, family background, and abilities. She had skipped grades since childhood, and although she was my senior, she was actually a few years younger than me. And now, I was married to her. According to Zoe, I married Evelyn when I was 22, in a rushed marriage without much of an emotional foundation. At that time, I hadn’t even graduated from college. We only got our marriage certificate, without a wedding ceremony. After getting married, I discovered that Evelyn’s heart wasn’t with me, but rather close to her male best friend, Lucas Sterling. Apparently, he was her unrequited love, the one that got away. And I, unloved, began to act out in our marriage. I used all sorts of bizarre methods to attract Evelyn’s attention, but only earned her increasing disgust. Her friends all treated me like a joke, just waiting to see when we would divorce. Lucas never took me seriously either. He was the young master in their circle, and my hysterical antics were nothing more than a clown show in their eyes. Finally, I used suicide to threaten Evelyn, demanding that she cut off all contact with Lucas. But she didn’t agree, and even told me to go ahead and die. So I attempted suicide. This was what happened before I woke up— I found it surreal. Attempting suicide for love didn’t seem like something I would do! I hated being a love-sick puppy the most! I would never be any woman’s lapdog! By the time I figured all this out, I was already in the master bedroom of our marital home. The doctor said I was fine, so Zoe had sent me directly back home, warning me not to cause any more trouble before she left. Looking at the enormous villa before me, I no longer had any desire to cause trouble. I was completely overwhelmed by this immense wealth. Even just the walk-in closet was bigger than my old house! Just as I was dizzily taking in our bedroom, there was a commotion at the door. I turned my head sharply and met Evelyn’s icy gaze.
Although I knew I had been married to Evelyn for five years, for me, this was the first time seeing her face up close. I had to admit, there was a reason she became the goddess of my youth. Just having that face in front of me improved my mood considerably. Even though she was giving me a cold look, I didn’t dislike it much. It seems Zoe’s words were credible; I might indeed be a sucker for beauty. Seeing that I didn’t speak, she frowned slightly, “Jack, what are you up to now?” As she spoke, she walked gracefully to the closet, not even pausing as she passed by me, and picked out a nightgown. I turned to look at her, “Up to?” From the moment she suddenly came back until now, I hadn’t said a word. Why did she say I was up to something? Evelyn’s pitch-black eyes glanced at me, “In the past, you would always pounce on me when I came back. Have you changed your tactics now?” I was a bit shocked. After marrying Evelyn, was I really that desperate? But I didn’t show it on my face, only saying flatly, “Oh, it won’t happen again in the future.” I originally thought Evelyn would be relieved. Unexpectedly, her frown deepened, and she looked at me with even more impatience, “I’ve been very tired with work lately, I don’t have time to deal with your antics.” Me: “…” Seeing that I didn’t speak, Evelyn’s gaze suddenly turned cold, “Jack, don’t try to do anything to Lucas again. He hasn’t done anything wrong, and even if you use suicide to threaten me, it won’t work.” I was stunned for a moment, my feelings complicated. Zoe had told me most of what had happened between Evelyn and me. It was nothing more than me loving Evelyn, Evelyn loving Lucas, and me, the clown in this love triangle, constantly trying to cause trouble for Lucas, increasingly earning Evelyn’s disgust. This suicide attempt was also because I was jealous of Evelyn’s constant care for Lucas. So I privately attacked Lucas’s company and smeared his artists, but Evelyn unhesitatingly chose to support him— This undoubtedly told everyone in the circle that I, Ms. Frost’s husband, was husband in name only, not even worth a finger of Lucas in Evelyn’s heart. So I lost my balance and tried to use suicide to win back Evelyn’s heart. The result was predictable. A woman who was already tired of me wouldn’t have a change of heart because of my suicide attempt; she would only find it troublesome. Seeing that I didn’t speak, Evelyn also lost patience and went directly to the bathroom. I breathed a sigh of relief, falling onto the large bed, my mind in chaos. After all, having lost the memories of these years, I really didn’t know why I would become so crazy. The 18-year-old me despised those obsessed with love, but now I was ready to die for a woman. I really couldn’t imagine that I would have such a day! My thoughts were in a jumble, and before I could figure out what I should do now, the blanket beside me was lifted, and a soft, warm body lay down next to me. The fragrance that hit me made me jolt. I turned my head to see Evelyn looking at me with those pitch-black eyes, her usual ice-cold demeanor now mixed with a hint of suppressed darkness. I stammered, “I, you… what are you doing?” Although I had lost my memory, based on the information I knew, Evelyn and I should have a bad relationship, right? We might even sleep in separate beds, so why did she lie down beside me so naturally? Evelyn seemed not to notice my discomfort. Her soft arm wrapped around my waist. Without a word, she pounced on me, her delicate fingers skillfully teasing the most sensitive parts of my body, giving me unprecedented sensations— “Evelyn!” I couldn’t help but call out her name, “Don’t touch me!”
Perhaps because the resistance in my eyes didn’t seem like an act, Evelyn’s eyes flashed with momentary bewilderment. But it was quickly replaced by impatience, “Jack, stop throwing a tantrum.” I didn’t like the way she always spoke to me, and even her face, which I had secretly loved for years, started to lose its appeal. “I’m your husband, right? I attempted suicide and was hospitalized, and you didn’t even show a bit of concern when you came back. Now you’re accusing me so aggressively. Evelyn, what gives you the right to treat me like this?” My anger seemed to ignite her fuse as well. She gripped my wrist tightly, her tone icy, “Because all of this is your own doing.” Her strength was minimal, but she happened to grip the wound from my suicide attempt. It hurt, but I endured it without making a sound. Evelyn suddenly withdrew her hand, as if she had lost interest, and lay on her side with her back to me, her tone cold: “I’ll let it go this time, but don’t pretend to attempt suicide to threaten me again in the future.” I lay beside her, my emotions a mix of five flavors. When I woke up the next morning, Evelyn was no longer beside me. I casually put on some clothes and went downstairs, only to see her already eating breakfast at the dining table. The housekeeper was beside her and greeted me, “Good morning, Mr. Carson.” I stood there without moving. Evelyn didn’t even lift her head, “Come down for breakfast.” Although it was just breakfast, the lavishness made me speechless. I couldn’t help but think, no wonder they’re a wealthy family, even breakfast is such a grand affair. I sat right across from Evelyn and saw the housekeeper serve me a plate of pancakes. I was speechless. What man eats this stuff early in the morning? Smelling the scent of strawberries, I frowned, “Why are there strawberries?” The housekeeper said: “This is specially sent over by Mr. Sterling. It’s also Mr. Sterling’s favorite, flown in from Europe…” I immediately lost my appetite, “I’m not eating.” The silver cutlery clashed with the porcelain, making a crisp sound. Evelyn looked up at me, her voice cool, “Jack, know your limits.” I had a belly full of anger, “Not eating strawberries offends you too?” “Isn’t it because Lucas sent these that you won’t eat?” Evelyn’s face was icy, “Jack, when will you curb your jealousy.” Me? I’m jealous of Lucas? I don’t know what the 27-year-old Jack was like in front of Evelyn, probably a pitiful and petty image. But no matter what, we are husband and wife. Doesn’t she even know that I’m allergic to strawberries? I was about to speak when the housekeeper suddenly said: “Sir, Mr. Sterling has arrived!” A gentle voice sounded: “Evelyn, am I interrupting you?” A tall figure walked in from the door. Both the housekeeper and the maid seemed very familiar with him, obviously a frequent visitor. One look and I knew this person was Lucas Sterling. I noticed how the housekeeper addressed him. I’m Evelyn’s husband, but he only called me Mr. Carson, while he called him Mr. Sterling. The difference in intimacy was clear from the way he addressed us. No wonder the 27-year-old me was so against Lucas. We are legally married, yet I can never compare to her blatant favoritism towards another man, under the guise of childhood friends. Anyone would lose their balance. Lucas looked at me with concern, “Mr. Carson, I heard you attempted suicide… Are you alright now?” I snorted, showing him no courtesy. I don’t know what the 27-year-old me was like in front of them, perhaps very cowardly, perhaps because I loved Evelyn too much, so I allowed them to boss me around— But now, I’m the 18-year-old me. I don’t love Evelyn at all. So I don’t need to swallow my pride. Lucas looked a bit troubled and said to Evelyn: “Evelyn, I’m sorry, Mr. Carson doesn’t seem to want to see me, perhaps I shouldn’t have come…” “You knew that and still came?” I said bluntly, “Are you here to laugh at me?” Lucas’s face instantly turned red, and Evelyn coldly reprimanded me, “Jack, stop making unreasonable scenes.” She was covering for Lucas, which made me feel unhappy, further lowering my impression of her. Originally, waking up to find myself married to my secret crush made me a bit excited and grateful— But now it seems, Evelyn is just ordinary. So what if she’s beautiful and rich? Abandoning her own husband, does it make her look impressive? If she had the guts, she shouldn’t have married me in the first place! I was indignant, but Lucas remained gentlemanly and calm, “Evelyn, I came this time to specially invite you to my celebration party…” After saying this, he seemed to realize that I, a living person, was standing right there, and he couldn’t not invite me, so he had to say to me: “Mr. Carson, why don’t you come along?” Originally, I didn’t want to go. But seeing the contempt and provocation hidden in Lucas’s eyes, I suddenly smiled and agreed, “Sure, after all, I am Evelyn’s husband. I should accompany Evelyn to social events.”
So I went with Evelyn to Lucas’s celebration party. When the three of us appeared, everyone in the private room looked over, their expressions a riot of colors. “Why did she bring him along?” “It’s not surprising, her husband is always making scenes and causing trouble, hostile to all the men around Evelyn, especially Lucas!” “I heard he even attempted suicide because of Lucas?” “That’s right! But he should know his place. Marrying Evelyn was already marrying up, what right does he have to control her? Those other guys were one thing, but Lucas? Who is he to compare?” These voices were neither loud nor soft, just enough for me to hear. I swept my gaze over them, guessing they were probably friends of Evelyn or Lucas. Anyway, they were all in the same circle, I couldn’t be wrong. I laughed coldly in my heart. No wonder the 25-year-old me wanted to commit suicide. Hearing these belittling words every day, how could the psyche not be distorted? Besides, I must have loved Evelyn very much back then, so I suffered to the point of wanting to give up my life in the daily torment. Evelyn and Lucas had already sat down in the seats reserved for them, leaving only me standing alone. “Isn’t he embarrassed standing there alone?” “How could he be embarrassed? As long as he can be with Evelyn, he’d even kneel if you asked him to!” I coldly looked at the man who was gossiping, “She’s not dead, why should I kneel for her?” The man’s face changed, as if he hadn’t expected me to talk back today. Evelyn’s expression was impatient, “Alright, stop making a fuss, all of you.” I had been ridiculed like this, and not only did she not help me, but she also tried to be impartial. I sneered, “It seems I’m not welcome here. I won’t disturb you any longer.” With that, I turned and left. Behind me came the gasps of those people: “Did I see that right? He actually dared to give Evelyn attitude!” “Could it be that Lucas really drove him crazy?” “I bet he won’t last half an hour before he comes crawling back…” “…” The noisy voices behind me were very annoying. I went to the outdoor swimming pool to clear my head. Not long after, Lucas suddenly came out. “Mr. Carson, you really surprised me.” I looked behind him, seeing that he came out alone, and said playfully, “I hate you so much, aren’t you afraid I might push you in?” Lucas laughed, “I’m more afraid you wouldn’t dare. After all, everyone knows Evelyn would save me.” I pressed my lips together, not bothering to respond to him. Lucas walked to my side again, “Jack, do you dare to bet?” I found it strange, “If you two really love each other so much, why don’t you let Evelyn divorce me? Lucas, do you have to trample on someone else’s true feelings to play out your love story? Is that what you call deep love?” Lucas’s expression changed slightly, “That’s because you won’t let go! You’d even attempt suicide to cling to Evelyn, she’s just pitying you!” Soon, he regained his calm and gentle demeanor, asking me again, “Jack, do you dare to bet?” The swimming pool sparkled, looking clear but actually very deep. I firmly shook my head, “I don’t dare.” I can’t swim. Suicide is a stupid thing, doing it once is enough, no need for a second time. I had just stood up when I caught Lucas’s disappointed gaze. He stood behind me and gave me a push— Splash! Screams of all kinds echoed in my ears as my body hit the water surface and then quickly sank. At that moment, I couldn’t feel anything. Only the fear of my senses being overwhelmed by water from all sides. My throat started to choke on water, my lungs gradually sinking. I struggled desperately to swim up, only to see a familiar figure quickly swimming in another direction. My wife, Evelyn, when both Lucas and I fell into the water, swam towards him. A sharp pain shot through my heart. This might be the last bit of feeling left in the 27-year-old me… Although I had long forgotten the past and no longer loved her, my body’s instinct was still there. But this time, it was also thoroughly drowned. … When I woke up, I was lying by the pool. Both Lucas and I had been rescued, but he was saved by Evelyn, while I was saved by a strange woman. She was quite beautiful, with a stunning figure. I lay on the ground as she pressed her hands on my chest, trying to squeeze out the water I had swallowed. I spat it out with a “Wah!”— In the corner of my eye, I saw Evelyn walking over. Lucas was still pretending to look at Evelyn’s back. Evelyn seemed to suddenly remember she had a husband, frowning as she asked, “Are you okay?” I didn’t answer, struggling to stand up. The woman beside me tried to help me, but I pushed her away. When Evelyn came to stand in front of me, I raised my hand, originally intending to slap her. But I don’t hit women. My hand raised in the air, in the end, I just grabbed her neck and threw her to the ground— There was dead silence all around. I could even hear everyone’s deliberately slowed breathing. A white-rich-beautiful woman like Evelyn, the darling of heaven, probably had never been touched violently by anyone, let alone being thrown aside. “Evelyn, let’s get a divorce.” After a long while, I heard my own voice in the dead silence. “I don’t want anything. That throw just now, consider it as the breakup fee you give to your ex-husband.”
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