After Jason lost his memory in a car crash, he forgot our ten years of love. He was welcomed back by his powerful birth family, matched with a perfect fiancée, and I became the gold-digging stranger clinging to his past. My flower shop was destroyed. He watched coldly as his fiancée pushed me to the floor. The child in my womb became a pool of blood. He only wrinkled his nose in disgust. “A gold-digger’s daughter, daring to dream above your station.” When fire trapped us both, he rushed to his fiancée without hesitation. As flames burned my skin, I heard his final dismissive words. “Amber, I never lost my memory. You owed me this.” “If there’s a next life, I hope we never meet.” In the darkness, I heard a sterile, mechanical voice. “Jason Thompson has traded his life for your rebirth.” I opened my eyes again. I found myself back to the day he woke up from the car crash, his memory gone. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t try to prove I was his girlfriend. Instead, I offered a calm smile. “Mr. Thompson. I am Amber Reed, your patron.”
“What did you say?” Jason stared at me, rigid, as if taken aback by my answer. Next to him, his fiancée, Sarah, scoffed. “Who are you?! A pauper like you, sponsoring someone? Don’t bring your stench of poverty around us.” But this time, I spoke clearly. “I am Mr. Thompson’s patron from the past ten years.” “The itemized expenses for the last ten years come to one hundred twenty thousand. My lawyer will send you the breakdown.” In my previous life, I’d cried, grasping his hand, recounting our decade of memories over and over, begging him to look at our matching rings. Who would have thought the man who swore to love me forever would publicly rip off his ring and toss it into the trash? Then, he had his bodyguards drag me to the police station, where I was held for 24 hours. The hospital room fell silent, everyone staring at me in shock. Jason’s face shifted, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists. He must have expected me to break down like before, begging him to remember me. That way, he could comfortably use his so-called amnesia like a knife, torturing me without end. His fiancée, Sarah, spoke up. “Is money all you care about?” “Exactly. Between him and me, it’s purely a financial arrangement.” I smiled, then turned to leave. Just then, my phone buzzed, the screen flashing to life, displaying a cherished photo of Jason and me as the wallpaper. Sarah snatched my phone with startling speed, smashing it to pieces, just like my ten years of youth. Then, a cup of scalding hot coffee was poured down, drenching me from head to toe. The hot liquid trickled down my hair and neck, a burning pain that made me tremble. “Who do you think you are, aspiring to his money?” I gasped, about to retaliate, but Sarah shoved me hard. Jason didn’t stir. Suddenly, I felt utterly bored. I pulled a set of keys from my pocket and tossed them at him. “This is the place you used to live. Get your things out within twenty-four hours.” “Otherwise, I’ll treat them as trash.” Jason, still on the hospital bed, his expression frozen. It was just that I’d been so deluded in my previous life that I hadn’t noticed these obvious cracks in his story. He opened his mouth, as if to speak. But I walked out of the room without looking back. A hand grabbed my arm from behind. “Amber!” I stopped, turning back to him. “Didn’t you lose your memory? How do you know my name?” A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, but he asked again, “Was our relationship just about sponsorship?” I nodded. Isn’t this what he wanted? Last life, he denied our love. This life, I gave him what he wished for. The hospital room door wasn’t fully closed, and Sarah’s voice drifted out. “Jason, would you really settle for someone like that?” The room was silent for a moment. Then, Jason sighed. “Back then, I was dependent on their charity, with no real say.” “Calling her my girlfriend is generous; it’s more like I was a pet their family had ‘adopted’ and controlled.” He hurled insults at me, one after another, from my personality to my daily habits, as if demeaning me would solidify his current status. I remembered him once saying he couldn’t live without me. Burning his hands, leaving them covered in blisters, just to cook for me. Scrimping and saving for months just to buy me the necklace I liked. Yet, he could watch our eagerly awaited child turn into a pool of blood right before him and remain utterly indifferent. I touched my lower abdomen, tears silently falling to the ground.
I processed the flower shop transfer and contacted a private investigator. Back home, everything was still familiar. The wind chimes he made by hand hung in the living room, and the succulents on the balcony were neatly arranged-plants he watered every weekend. The fridge was filled with my favorite drinks, plastered with sticky notes. “Remember to eat breakfast.” “Temperature dropped today, wear more layers…” I traced those yellowing notes, then peeled them off one by one and tossed them into the trash. That night, I dreamt. In the dream, we still lived in this little house. He was in the kitchen, wearing an apron, experimenting with delicious recipes for me. I wanted to help, but he shooed me away to watch TV. He never let me get involved in household chores. He’d even wash fruit and bring it right to my mouth. When our passion burned brightest, we’d spend entire days nestled together at home, lost in each other’s kisses and embraces. I didn’t want to wake up until the doorbell jolted me. When I opened the door, a bank card slapped against my face. “Here’s your money.” “I’m here to get my things.” Jason stood there in a sharp suit, his face cold and unyielding, a completely different man from the one in my dream, wearing an apron. He had brought Sarah with him. The giant wedding photo in the living room hadn’t been taken down yet. Jason paused for a moment as he walked past it. If I hadn’t wanted to postpone our wedding after my parents passed, we would have been married last year. Everything was ready, just one step away from the final ceremony and registering our marriage at the government office. “You even manipulated Jason into taking wedding photos, still fantasizing about marrying into wealth, huh?” Seeing this, I grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and swung it hard. The glass of the photo frame shattered across the floor. “Amber! What are you doing?!” Jason’s face darkened. He instinctively grabbed Sarah, pulling her behind him, as if afraid I’d swing the bat at her. He pushed me away with his hand. I instinctively protected my stomach, and as I fell, my hand accidentally landed on the shattered glass. He looked at the twisted, broken wedding photo and scoffed. “So why were you faking it at the hospital?!” His gaze landed on me, as if asking why I wasn’t confessing. I didn’t speak, enduring the pain, and pulled all his belongings out in a heap. “Jason Thompson, do you still want this junk?” Sarah emerged from behind Jason, walking over in her heels, and kicked over a box. It was the first gift he ever bought me, a music box with a dancing figurine inside. The music box hit the floor with a crisp, shattering sound. Something I usually cherished fiercely was now split in half, but I felt nothing. Jason never answered, only instructing his bodyguards to move everything out. It wasn’t until he was leaving that he asked in a low voice, “Are you really going to let me go so easily?” I lowered my head and gave a bitter laugh. “Mr. Thompson, you’re joking. Isn’t this what you wanted?” In my previous life, if he’d just been honest, said he was tired of me, I wouldn’t have clung on. But he chose to act, giving me cold shoulders, letting Sarah target and humiliate me. Even when I had a miscarriage right there, he didn’t hold Sarah accountable. Instead, he blamed me for scaring her and demanded I apologize. He played me for a fool, tormenting me, and I could feel a subtle undercurrent of hatred from him. But I never knew where that hatred came from. Sarah grabbed my arm then, thinking I was still clinging to him. I couldn’t resist, and slapped her across the face. The slap echoed sharply, and the next second, Jason’s hand swung out. “What the hell are you doing?!” My head snapped to the side from the impact, my vision went black for two seconds, and my stomach throbbed faintly. My hand trembled, but I managed a smile. “You’ve got your things. Now get out.” I pushed them out the door, tears tracing the red mark on my cheek. My chest ached with pain and nausea. I couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom and retch. That slap felt like it settled the score for Sarah pushing me into miscarriage in my last life. Jason and I were finally even.
Sitting on a cold bench in the OB-GYN department hallway, I waited for my number to be called for my prenatal check-up. “What are you doing here?” Hearing Jason’s familiar voice, I clutched my three-month pregnancy check-up report tightly in my hand. “Doctor’s appointment.” He stared at the OB-GYN sign, his face changing, a hesitant look in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Sarah interrupted him. “Jason!” She scurried over in flats, grabbing his arm. “The doctor said you need to come in with me.” “My baby is three months along, and the doctor wants to go over some things with you, the expectant father…” My breath hitched. Three months. So early. In my past life, three months ago was the peak of his startup’s struggle. He was out constantly, and I’d felt so sorry for him, I’d even put my own flower shop on hold. I learned to cook all his favorite meals, tried to make things easier. It wasn’t the business that was consuming him. He had already found his wealthy birth family. He already had a child with another woman. No wonder he was so frantic when I struck Sarah. And in my past life, when I lost our baby…he showed nothing. No grief, no anger. He already had a spare. Sarah noticed me, her expression mocking. “What, are you pregnant too?!” “Don’t think you can come to the hospital with some fake report and trick your way into marrying Jason Thompson.” I forced a smile. “Ms. Sinclair, if you have trust issues, you should see a psychiatrist. Not everyone is desperate for your man.” Sarah’s face instantly flushed, and she started to play the victim. “Jason, why is she talking to me like that?” “Last time, if it weren’t for her slap, I wouldn’t have had unexplained stomach pain and bleeding!” Jason’s face was colder than ice. Then, with his silent permission, two bodyguard-like men walked towards me and dragged me into the stairwell. Without a word, they grabbed my hair, forcing my head back. A loud slap landed on my face, and another bodyguard raised his leg, aiming for my stomach. I’m pregnant too! I struggled desperately, but the bodyguards slapped me several times. I closed my eyes in despair, instinctively protecting my lower abdomen. But it was useless. They kicked my stomach with full force. My stomach hurt so badly. Sarah still wasn’t satisfied. But Jason stepped in front of me first. “Sera, the doctor said you shouldn’t get too agitated; it’s not good for the baby. Let’s leave it at that for now.” Jason’s voice was gentle as he held her shoulder, half coaxing, half escorting her away. He never once glanced at me, curled up on the ground. Blood flowed all over the floor beneath me, my stomach was in agony, and I felt the tiny life inside me slowly fading away. Finally, a passing nurse found me and helped me onto a stretcher. Ding. My phone screen lit up. It was a message from Jason. I didn’t open it; I just dragged his number straight into my blacklist. I lay on the hospital bed, tears silently tracing paths down my face. My baby was gone. I stayed in the hospital for two days, until my flower shop employee called me, saying someone had trashed my store. My body hadn’t fully recovered, but I endured the pain and rushed over. … Just like in my previous life, Sarah came to the flower shop to cause trouble. Even after what happened at the hospital. She wasn’t someone who would let things go. I stood at the doorway, calmly watching everything unfold. Sarah imperiously directed everyone, smashing my flower shop to smithereens. Glass shards exploded, grazing my calves, but I felt no pain. I remembered once, while arranging roses, my finger was pricked by a thorn, and a bead of blood appeared. Jason saw it, held my hand, his brow deeply furrowed. He ran to find a bandage, muttering for me to be careful in the future. But now, he merely stood beside Sarah, oblivious to the destruction, letting her vent. His gaze fell on me, devoid of guilt or concern. In his eyes, I saw a struggling resentment. He hated me. I didn’t know what he hated me for. Did he resent our seemingly unequal relationship from the past? Or did he resent my family for having sponsored him, making him feel indebted and unable to hold his head high? I looked up, meeting Sarah’s gaze. “When you’re done smashing everything, remember to pay for the damages.” Sarah laughed as if she’d heard a joke. “Pay? Jason, did you hear that? She actually wants money. Is this cheap woman insane from poverty?” As she spoke, she grabbed an unbroken vase nearby and threw it at my head. I dodged, and the vase shattered against the wall behind me. I stepped forward, intending to fight back, but Jason’s hand clamped down on my wrist. Jason’s eyes blazed with fury, and he roared, “What right do you have to fight back?!”
He shoved me hard, and I laughed. “Jason, I never intended to cling to you. Why won’t you just leave me alone?” “I’ll be leaving here soon, and I won’t appear again…” Jason’s eyes, however, were full of doubt and disbelief. Sarah scoffed. “Who are you trying to fool? You think you’ll give up that easily?” “And your deadbeat parents, using sponsorship as an excuse to force Jason to marry you. Your whole family was scheming against him.” “Let me tell you, if you dare show your face in front of Jason again, I’ll have someone desecrate your parents’ graves.” My face turned cold. This time, I grabbed Sarah’s hair and slammed her head into the mangled, scattered roses. She shrieked. Her eyes were dangerously close to being pricked by the thorns. Jason wrapped his arms around me from behind, dragging me back. Finally, the bodyguards who rushed in pinned me to the ground, screaming hysterically. Sarah took the opportunity to play the victim, crying as she hugged Jason. “Jason, I’m so scared! She tried to kill me and our baby…” “If you touch my parents’ graves, I swear I won’t let you go!” Jason held her tightly. His face was cold, his eyes like ice. “Amber, how do you know I wouldn’t?” My pupils contracted. My parents had brought Jason home, sponsored his education, and treated him like their own son. He had knelt before their ashes, sobbing, vowing through tears that he would never forget their grace, that he would protect me until his last breath. But now, his words were utterly merciless. I had thought, at the very least, he would spare their memory. It wasn’t until a bodyguard handed him a phone, displaying a picture of my parents’ desecrated graves, the tombstone shattered. Jason’s eyes showed no flicker of emotion, silently condoning the insult. My heart wrenched, and my whole body convulsed with pain. My eyes, fixed on him, felt like they would bleed. “Jason, why?! What did they do wrong…” What did I ever owe him? He shifted his gaze, avoiding my question. “You provoked Sera. She’s carrying my child.” I laughed. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Despair, powerlessness, and suffocation drowned me. Even a second life didn’t make me worthy of the truth. “Just let me go. I won’t bother you again.” Jason’s gaze wavered for a fraction of a second. Then it hardened. “Sera will cover the cost. But you will apologize to her.” I took a deep breath and stood up. Under his doubtful gaze, I slapped him hard across the face. He looked at me in disbelief, mixed with anger and hurt. But I’d had enough of his performance. I turned and left the flower shop. Jason moved to follow me, but Sarah cried out that she felt faint. He had to quickly scoop her up and get into the car. Then, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to his assistant. “Check Amber Reed’s hospital records.” … Days later, en route to the airport, the investigator’s encrypted file hit my inbox. As I read the contents of the first page, my hand trembled violently, and my blood ran cold. So that was why. That was why he’d changed overnight, faking amnesia to look me in the eye and lie. That was why he’d tossed away a decade like it was nothing!
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