Chapter 2

I worked tirelessly, using every resource at my disposal to find the best brain specialists for Lawrence.

The diagnoses were remarkably consistent: temporary amnesia, and his injuries were not severe.

With time, he would recover. As for how long that would take, it depended on the individual.

Meanwhile, Lawrence and Sophie were inseparable, like conjoined twins.

"Nadine, stop wasting your energy. Have some self-respect. I've already told you I don't love you anymore. Just come to the courthouse and finalize the divorce," Lawrence said, cold and detached, as if he were an outsider.

I couldn't believe the man who had once treasured me so deeply could forget me so completely.

"Lawrence, your memory is just confused. Maybe you're mistaking Sophie for me. Once you remember—" I tried to say.

"I won't remember! Even if I do, I still wouldn't love a woman like you. Let it go and do something good for once—help Sophie fulfill her wish," Lawrence interrupted.

"Nadine, this is really unnecessary," Sophie said softly, her voice sweet, but her eyes mocking.

"Lawrence, no matter what, I won't give up," I said, choking back tears as I rushed out of the ward.

I hid in an empty corner, letting the tears flow freely.

When there were no tears left, I composed myself and decided to consult a psychologist about Lawrence's condition.

Unexpectedly, I overheard Sophie's voice.

"That foolish woman actually believes Lawrence really has amnesia. She's running herself ragged looking for specialists—I almost feel sorry for her. If she finds out her husband is faking it just to get rid of her, won't she die of rage?" Sophie said.

"Lawrence said she's old and boring. How could she compare to a young woman like me? He's been tired of her for ages..."

"Faking it" hit me like a thunderclap, leaving me shattered.

To get rid of me? Pretending to have amnesia?

Had the deep love of our youth truly soured into loathing?

My chest tightened, and I gasped for air, my heart aching unbearably.

I had convinced myself countless times that Lawrence only clung to Sophie because he was confusing her with me.

He used to reject other women so firmly, just to reassure me.

"This is my wife and the love of my life. I don't want anyone else but her, so please stop doing things that might make her misunderstand. If she's upset, I'll be heartbroken," he'd once said with unwavering conviction.

Those vows still echoed in my ears, but his heart had clearly changed.

Yet, how could someone who had truly loved me change so completely?

I refused to believe it.

After all, this was only Sophie's version of events. I knew she had long coveted Lawrence. What if this was just her way of driving a wedge between us?

I needed to confront Lawrence and find out the truth.