All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After two days of rest in the hospital, Dolly drove me home. I wanted to leave with her, but she quickly locked the car door behind me, letting out a huff. "You’d better stay here. If your memory comes back and you end up crying your heart out and running back to Julian, I don’t want to be the bad guy who stopped you." It was clear from her wary expression that my love-obsessed antics over the years had traumatized her more than a little, leaving her with a massive mental scar. I stood in the driveway, watching her car disappear into the distance. Then, I frowned and stepped into the massive villa. The house was enormous, empty, and unfamiliar. But when I saw the wall covered in rows of wedding photos, I knew I was in the right place. An older woman who looked like a housekeeper approached and took my luggage. “Miss White, Mr. Moore is away on a business trip today and won’t be coming home. You don’t need to wait for him to have dinner.” I nodded and headed upstairs witho

I turned and started upstairs. Seeing Julian act so subservient was almost painful to watch. “Miss White, are you feeling better?” The woman’s soft, gentle voice floated up from below. I stopped, glancing back reluctantly. “Much better.” Before she could say more, Julian cut in. “She’s fine. Just a bump.” I let out a cold laugh. “Julian, you didn’t even bother visiting me in the hospital. How exactly do you know I’m fine?” His expression darkened. “Evelyn, stop making a fuss.” “Making a fuss?” I laughed again, the bitterness seeping through. “I’m simply stating facts. Since when does that count as making a fuss? Or is it that in your eyes, any time I speak up for myself, it’s just me being dramatic?” Disgust swelled in my chest, peaking at that moment. I was certain now that over the past seven lost years, I must have been driven to rage countless times by Julian’s complete indifference and dismissive comments like “fussing,” “acting up,” or “being childish.” No wonde

The next morning, I woke up to find it was already nine o’clock. Stretching my stiff neck, I got up, freshened up, and headed downstairs. The living room was empty, but someone was sitting in the dining room having breakfast. As I approached, I saw that it was Pierse. The moment Pierse noticed me, he let out a disdainful snort and turned his head away, refusing to look at me. My gaze dimmed slightly, but I ignored him and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. The kitchen offered slim pickings—some cold oatmeal and a few stale slices of toast. Frowning, I opened the fridge, grabbed some milk to heat up, and fried two eggs for myself. When I carried my simple breakfast out of the kitchen, Pierse looked at me as though he’d just seen a ghost in broad daylight. I frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that? Did I forget to wash my face?” Pierse pointed at the food in my hands, his tone incredulous. “You can cook?” His questioning tone rubbed me the wrong way.

An hour later, I found myself in the orthopedic emergency room at Riverdale University Hospital. A kind-looking elderly doctor with snow-white hair carefully examined my arm. He nodded toward the refined man standing beside him. “It’s a dislocated shoulder.” The man responded with a calm hum. “Dr. Reed, your expertise in orthopedic realignment is renowned. Could you help her out?” Michael Reed gave him a meaningful glance, chuckling. “You rascal, always using my goodwill to score favors.” Turning his attention to me, the doctor gently rotated my arm and asked, “Young lady, did this troublemaker hurt you?” I shot a quick glance at the man before shaking my head vigorously. “No, no! It’s not like that. I… I don’t even know him.” Michael chuckled knowingly. “Don’t know him? Then why was this troublemaker so worried about you?” Heat rose to my cheeks as I recalled how I had clung to the man’s suit jacket earlier, bawling my eyes out like a child. Feeling embarrassed, I droppe

Julian and Chloe froze, their expressions stunned. Julian was the first to react. “What are you doing?” Chloe looked equally baffled. I casually waved the photo I’d just taken. “Evidence. Proof of your infidelity, Mr. Moore. Feel free to continue flaunting your affection in front of me, but don’t blame me if I record it all and use it against you.” Realizing the impropriety of his actions, Julian hastily pulled his hand away from Chloe’s. Chloe’s face flushed with embarrassment as she stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to calm Julian down. It wasn’t intentional.” Her voice quivered, and her teary-eyed expression was as pitiful as ever, clearly designed to draw sympathy. Feeling disgusted, I turned away. That performance was truly nauseating. And, as expected, Julian fell for it. He immediately placed a steadying hand on Chloe’s shoulder and turned to me, bristling with anger. “Evelyn, apologize!” I let out a cold laugh. “And what