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Chapter 2: I agree to divorce

Summer’s Point of View

[One Month Later]

“Just don’t push yourself too much. I am confident that you will make a speedy recovery.”

I was relieved when the doctor told me the news and I couldn't help but smile, feeling the pain in my head subside. 

For the initial weeks following my awakening, it felt like my brain was being freshly plucked from my head and the pain was unremitting. The doctor told me that this was one effect of the memory loss I experienced from the trauma of the accident. 

To tell the truth, I didn't remember the details of how I got into the accident or what caused it. But I saw messages on my phone.

“Thank you, Doc,” I replied to the female doctor, then returned her with a small smile.

She smiled at me in return and then went on her way.

The moment she stepped out of the room, I picked up my damaged phone again and swiped it open, reading the message that still left me baffled and confused.

[I’m going home tonight and by the time I get home you should have signed the divorce paper.]

My life had been a blind journey for a month after the accident occurred. Nonetheless, one thing was for sure, I failed to sign a divorce paper because of this accident and the person who was asking for my signature didn't even show up here.

*creaks*

“Celine, did you buy the food I was telling you about?” I looked away from my phone and asked with a smile, when the door opened.

Nonetheless, my happiness was short-lived when I saw that the person standing there was not Celine, but a man with a stern and serious expression. 

His eyebrows were thick and well groomed, with his red lips curved into a mischievous grin that seemed to tease. He had a dark aura that surrounded him and his tall stature, combined with his dark eyes, was intimidating. His clothing was a definitely custom-made suit, which made it look as if he had just returned from a business trip.

As our eyes met and we remained there for what felt like forever, I couldn't help but speak, “Uh... You must have taken a wrong turn - this isn't the room you're looking for.”

After I had said my piece, his grin appeared to be more radiant, and I felt my breath hitch because of the additional elegance it added to his handsome face. Although I couldn’t explain it, his smile had a powerful effect on me. He was seeing with impatience even the smile was still hanging on his face, and his hands were clenched, like he was trying to hold back his rage.

“Summer Ramey Carter! You may not want a divorce, but putting your life in danger to prevent it from happening is going too far! You look so desperate! Are you able to envision your current situation now?!” His voice was not loud, but it was saturated with fury, and it gradually rose.

I frowned and remained in bewilderment, not understanding what he had just said, and then I suddenly recalled Celine's words when she described my "husband" to me.

How ridiculous... Here was my husband, who for an entire month failed to come and visit me even though I was in a coma and unable to leave the bed. And the reason he did present was because of the divorce? Wouldn’t he at least wait for me to get out of the hospital before he mentioned that fucking divorce AGAIN?

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. After hearing his words, I held his gaze and firmly responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to. I lost my memories.”

“Again?” He posed the question, but there was no further reaction.

“Again?” I asked back.

“Hurting yourself, memory loss, car crash. Are you going to play the same drama over and over again?”

As soon as I heard his words, I kept my lips sealed. At the time of my accident, Celine was there to lend me her support and aid. She stated she was my personal assistant and explained the situation between Steven and me. She didn't mince words when she told me I had resorted to several underhanded tactics just in order to prevent Steven from leaving me.

A sharp pain in my chest caused me to clutch at my shirt. The hurt of not being able to receive the love I wanted was a deep feeling of failure. Despite not remembering any memories with him, the feelings I had for him feel as if it freshly etched in my heart.

Whatever kind of person I was, and the ludicrous things I've done for this relationship, but I don't remember it anymore!

This could be a chance given to me to begin my life anew and to leave the person I used to be.

And for the man in front of me…

Shutting my eyes tightly, I clenched my fist that was now tucked away beneath the blanket, before opening my mouth to say, “That certainly won’t be happening again. You won't be burdened with the wrongs I committed in the past, and thus you will not have a headache because of them anymore.”

When I peeked at him, I noticed a subtle glimmer of surprise in his eyes. When he had first walked into the room, he had created a wall between us by putting up a fence and a barrier. 

However this moment, this gesture of him trying to protect himself from me had vanished. Despite the brief lapse in thought, he recovered quickly and asked with narrowed eyes.

“What? What did you say?”

There was an uncomfortable feeling lodged in my throat, as if something was stuck. I may not remember the details of the man standing before me, yet my heart still knew his presence. His behavior and feelings had such a powerful effect on my broken heart that it felt like it was being crammed, and the pain was so intense that I felt like all my blood had been emptied.

Every time I borrow Celine's phone, I read news articles about Steven and his long-time girlfriend from childhood.

By weaving together my diary, Celine's story, and the news report that if I hadn’t squeezed into the picture, Steven and Amby might be married today, I understood the story. Perhaps they wish for a child of their own and hope to one day become parents.

Isn’t it funny? I'm willing to do whatever it takes, no matter the cost, just to get the man that I love - like a villain in a movie. The worst part for a villain is when their deceptions are exposed, and the truth of their actions are laid bare.

Steven noticed I seemed to struggle to answer his question, so he repeated it and asked me again, “What did you just say? You better not be doing another trick—”

I didn’t let him finish and answered, “I agree to the divorce.”

Comments (6)
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Jeffrey Mandiyamba
she lost her memory
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Harolyn Gordon
Not sure I wanna read this
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Peo Keletso
She is in pain
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