After a car accident, my wife lost her memory and fell in love with the man who took her to the hospital. Three years later, she demanded I leave the marriage with nothing, claiming she was pregnant with her lover’s child. I agreed. But then she recovered her memory and chased me to a foreign country, begging me to get back together. She didn’t know—I had already lost all feelings for her. Because I, too, had recovered my lost memories. “Sign it. Sawyer says he wants this baby. I have to get divorced.” Sitting across the table was the woman I’d loved for seven years—Vivian Chase, the heir apparent to Chase Corporation. And I was her husband. “Vivian, think this over again.” The one trying to talk her out of it was Vivian’s mother. “Once you recover your memory, you’ll definitely regret this.” That’s right—my wife had lost her memory. Three years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, she drove to the supermarket to buy ingredients. She said she wanted to cook me a big dinner herself, just like when we were dating. But she didn’t come back for a long time. The day after I filed a police report, the hospital called to tell me my wife had been in a car accident. When I rushed to the hospital, I found my wife gazing affectionately at the young man who had brought her there. Then the doctor told me—my wife had lost her memory. Her memories stopped three years ago, right before the day we first met. She didn’t remember that I was the husband she’d pursued for two years. What was more terrifying was that she had fallen madly in love with the young man who’d brought her to the hospital. The day after she was discharged, she asked me for a divorce. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but seriousness—the same seriousness as when she’d confessed her love to me, promising to love me forever. It felt like a knife through my heart. I didn’t agree. I couldn’t let go of what we had. So she moved out. Over the past three years, I’d heard about many crazy things Vivian had done for that man. After all, Chase Corporation was quite famous, and Vivian herself was beautiful and accomplished. More importantly, many of those things were things she’d never done for me.
Sometimes I think love really is an ephemeral thing. Mere memory alone can completely change who receives love’s affection. Over these three years, plenty of people tried to talk Vivian out of her foolishness. Every friend and relative who’d witnessed our love urged her to come home and stay for a while. Later they urged me instead, saying that once Vivian recovered her memory, she’d remember just how much she’d loved me. So I endured for three years. I endured when they told me Vivian had bought the man’s company just to make him dependent on her. I endured when they told me she’d bought an island as a gift for him. I even endured when I learned they were living together and calling each other husband and wife. But now, I couldn’t endure it anymore. “Fine.” I smiled. “Bring me the agreement. I’ll sign it.” “Adrian, I don’t agree to this.” Vivian’s mother grabbed my hand, tears streaming down her face. “Vivian just lost her memory. She loved you so much, and you loved her so much. Fate is just… being too cruel to you both.” My parents died young. Over these years, Vivian’s parents had treated me very well. “It’s okay. Haven’t you always wanted a grandchild? She’s pregnant now. The child is innocent.” I wiped away her tears. “That man is good too. Vivian and I… we just weren’t meant to be.” “I can’t believe you agreed so easily.” Vivian laughed coldly. The look in her eyes held none of the love from days past—only contempt. Which made sense—in her current memories, I was just the man who refused to divorce her and stood in the way of her new love. “She’s already pregnant. If I don’t agree, should I make that child grow up in a broken home?” “You?” Vivian glanced at me and suddenly sneered. “Looks like I couldn’t have loved you that much back then. Otherwise, why didn’t you get me pregnant in the year we were married?” I grabbed my water glass and splashed it in her face. “Get out!” She wiped her face awkwardly, still managing to deliver a threat. “Just you wait. After the divorce, this house won’t be yours either!” After she left, Vivian’s mother said to me. “Adrian, you should move in with us. Even if you’re no longer Vivian’s husband, you can still be like a son to me.” I shook my head. Over these three years, Vivian hadn’t failed to cause scenes with her parents. She refused to go home. When I went to her office, she had people block me. But she needed my agreement to divorce. When friends felt too awkward to approach me, she went to her parents. After being scolded by them a few times, she simply stopped going home to them either.
After finally convincing Vivian’s mother to leave, a friend sent word that the man wanted to meet me. Sawyer—the young man who’d taken my wife to the hospital that year. Now that she was pregnant, I was afraid he might get hurt during our meeting, which would look bad. I refused without thinking twice, but my friend said Sawyer was determined to see me. He was waiting at a café right now and wouldn’t leave until he saw me. These two really were the bane of my existence. I cursed all the way to the café and immediately spotted Sawyer sitting by the window when I walked in. Actually, thinking about it carefully, I didn’t have any deep grudge against Sawyer. Some friends called Sawyer someone who stole another man’s wife, but I said the fault ultimately lay with Vivian. Sawyer was pretty innocent if you thought about it—he did a good deed by taking an injured person to the hospital, then got struck by love at first sight through no fault of his own. And I understood what Vivian was capable of doing for a man. She was attractive enough on her own, and Sawyer was a young man fresh out of school. With all her sweet words and grand gestures, even a heart of stone wouldn’t stand a chance. Sawyer wore a light-colored shirt. His neat short hair looked gentle and clean in the sunlight, though his complexion wasn’t great. “Adrian, thank you for coming.” His voice was as mild as his appearance. People who knew us said Sawyer and I were complete opposites. He studied art, had a gentle personality, and looked refined. When he stood somewhere, he looked like the classic male lead. Before I met Vivian, I was a botanist who spent years trekking through forests. Because I became a team leader at a young age, my personality was inevitably strong-willed. Back then, Vivian hadn’t fully taken over the company yet—she was still a thrill-seeking heiress who spent who knows how much money following our team on expeditions. Along the way, I scolded this rich girl countless times for lacking wilderness survival knowledge. When she first pursued me, I refused. I loved the days of adventuring through rainforests and deep mountains. Being a rich man’s husband might be many people’s dream, but it wasn’t mine. But Vivian really knew how to win people over. She showed me things I’d never had—the warmth of parents and family. Her parents were truly wonderful, treating me like their actual son. And she promised me marriage wouldn’t tie me down—she’d be my support. All lies. When we first got married, I didn’t give up my career. Not until she said she wanted children did I consider temporarily transferring to a laboratory. Then, while I was processing the paperwork, the accident happened. She lost her memory. My vows wouldn’t allow me to just abandon her, so I went to the laboratory and continued my research through the three years of her constant divorce demands. Thinking about it now, it was time to let her go. I was starting to miss my pre-marriage life.
I sat down across from Sawyer at his invitation. Since she’d just gotten pregnant, he still looked slender overall. “You wanted to see me? I’ve agreed to the divorce.” I told him my decision directly. To my surprise, Sawyer started crying. “Why are you crying? I already agreed to the divorce.” I was completely baffled. He just kept wiping away tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His tears even made my heart soften. “You haven’t wronged me in any way. You’re not the one who made Vivian lose her memory. These things happen—there’s nothing anyone can do.” I took a sip of my latte. Usually I drank coffee like water, but today for the first time I found latte so bitter. “You and she already have a child. In the future, just live your lives well.” Sawyer cried in hiccups. “I didn’t want this. Really, I didn’t want this.” As people around us began focusing attention on our table, for the first time today I felt powerless. “Stop crying.” I resignedly began wiping his tears. “I don’t blame you. Really.” “Sawyer!” Just then, the café door was violently pushed open and Vivian rushed in like a gust of wind. “I didn’t think you were this shameless!” She grabbed my wrist hard, as if trying to break my wrist bone. “Sawyer did nothing wrong. If you have complaints, take them out on me!” Wait, when did I not notice Vivian had vision problems? “Are you sick? Why would I make things difficult for him?” “Vivian, Adrian didn’t make things difficult for me. Let him go.” Vivian flung my hand away hard. “Thud”—my hand slammed hard into the table edge. “Hiss.” I was about to go into the mountains soon. If I sprained my hand, that would be trouble. However, I’d still underestimated how unreasonable Vivian could be. She pulled Sawyer around, checking him left and right, and found he’d only cried until his eyes were swollen. “Listen here, Adrian. I’m the one who insisted on divorcing you. If you dare trouble Sawyer again, I absolutely won’t let you off.” How was my judgment so poor back then? This woman not only had bad eyes, but a bad brain too. “Let me tell you something too, Vivian. We’re definitely getting divorced. Also…” I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. “Since you’re so eager to divorce, bring the agreement soon and stop wasting my time.”
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