Chapter 1

On the day Ethan Vance lost his memory in a car accident, we had just picked out a name for our baby.

He threw away every single memory of me, along with the photos of the nursery, straight into the trash.

The only person he remembered was Chloe, his ex-wife whom he once claimed to hate.

No matter how much I and our friends tried to explain, he believed I was the homewrecker who ruined their relationship.

But despite how much Ethan despised me, I refused to sign the divorce papers.

Because the doctor said there was still a chance he could recover his memory.

That was until Ethan brought Chloe right into our home and had sex with her on our living room sofa, right in front of my eyes.

Only then did I realize it was time to let go.

I walked home from the law firm. The moment I pushed the door open, the sound of Ethan and Chloe giggling drifted from inside.

I looked around.

The place was a total disaster. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the carpet was filthy...

On the living room TV, the news was playing a rerun of today's drama at my law firm.

Seeing me back, the smile on Ethan's face faded.

"You actually have the nerve to show your face here," he sneered.

Chloe giggled and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, Ethan. You guys were together for seven years. Let her keep some dignity."

Then, she looked up, arched an eyebrow at me, and gave a smug smile.

"Ethan missed me so much, so I came over. You don't mind, do you?"

Rainwater dripped from my hair onto the floor.

An overwhelming exhaustion washed over me.

Without looking at the two half-naked people on the sofa, I turned and walked toward the bedroom.

But when I pushed the door open, I froze.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"This house is under my mother's estate. It has nothing to do with you. I threw all your stuff out."

"They're probably sitting in the trash bins down the street by now."

Ethan smirked, leaning against the wall, watching me.

It seemed seeing me humiliated was the only thing that made him happy.

A sharp pain pierced my heart.

My soaked shirt made me shiver.

"You bought today's trending search on SnapChat, didn't you?"

"We were already divorced. Why did you have to ruin my career too?"

At my accusation, Ethan kicked over the cardboard box in my hands.

All my files and documents scattered across the floor.

That was seven years of my hard work.

"You've been clinging to me for three years. Isn't that enough? Even if I did have a past with you, I've lost my memory."

"The fact that I forgot you proves you mean absolutely nothing to me!"

His words ripped open my wounds yet again.

Three years ago, he suddenly lost his memory, forgetting everything about me.

Just the day before the accident, he had excitedly dragged me to decorate the nursery, wondering if we were having a boy or a girl.

But then he forgot. He only remembered Chloe.

"You only forgot! You have no idea what Chloe did to you back then..."

Frustration and anger drove me to the brink of madness.

Ethan’s face turned icy. He grabbed my wrist tightly.

And shoved me out the door.

The heavy rain drenched me instantly.

"I don't care what Chloe did. I only know I love her, and that's enough."

I opened my mouth, but all the anger and questions suddenly felt pointless.

Irritated, Ethan avoided my gaze. He reached down and yanked the wedding band off his finger.

The edge of the diamond ring cut his skin, leaving a scratch.

He threw the ring at my feet. Before slamming the door in my face, he spat out:

"Don't come begging me to get back together. It's pathetic."

I stood there for a long time. Finally, I knelt down and picked up the ring.

Ethan had designed it himself before we got married.

He had worn it for seven years and never once taken it off.

By the trash can down the street lay our shattered wedding photos and the scarf he had hand-knitted for me.

And every single album of our memories.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

I saw the caller ID and picked up.

His mother's excited voice came through the line.

"Clara! I just got Ethan's medical report. The doctor says his memory block is softening!"

"With continued treatment, there’s an eighty percent chance he’ll remember everything!"

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone.

The word "okay" died in my throat. Finally, I spoke softly.

"Eleanor... don't bother. If he forgot, let him forget."