All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"So, Evelyn started acting out like crazy. She questioned my whereabouts and argued with me..." Julian's eyes flickered with regret. "I shouldn't have treated her that way. I knew she lacked a sense of security. I knew how small she felt in this relationship..."Chloe snapped back to her senses and screamed, "So what are you telling me? That you love her? No, are you saying you’ve always loved her? That you never loved me?"Julian stared at her with disgust. "Isn’t it obvious? You don’t love me either. Since you don’t love me, why should I love you?"Chloe broke down. "You don’t love me, yet you bought me so many things? Gave me so much money? No, Julian, you must love me! You can only love me!"Julian’s voice was ice-cold. "You kept provoking Evelyn, pushing her to the edge, forcing her to make a fool of herself, chasing after me, begging for reconciliation, only to fight again once we got back together. You just wanted her to leave me, didn’t you?"You don’t love me—you just can’t

I let out a wry laugh. A hopeless warrior for love?I said, "I know you're mocking me, but right now, I feel like a corpse that’s barely holding itself together."Dolly laughed and patted my shoulder. "Well, this whole mess works in your favor. Just sit back and let them tear each other apart."I shook my head. "That’s not going to happen. Julian won’t fight back. He has too much self-control for that."Dolly frowned. "Why not?"I forced another laugh. "You already said it yourself that I spent five years pushing his limits, making a scene, and he never budged. “Do you really think he’s going to be fazed by Chloe throwing a tantrum? He’ll probably just tell her to stop making a fuss."Dolly was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. She gave me a thumbs-up. "Eve, you’re finally catching on."...After Dolly’s chaotic wake-up call, I had no hope of going back to sleep. So, I freshened up quickly and headed to breakfast.Curiosi

He pulled an A4 sheet from his briefcase, a photocopy of an official document.I immediately spotted my signature, along with the statement detailing the purpose of the transferred funds. In my own handwriting, I had written: Investment as a partner in Moore Group’s Expansion project.A long breath of relief escaped me.James smiled. “It’s all clearly stated, and there’s also a record of your transfer into Moore Group’s corporate account. There’s no way they can deny this.”“Thank you, Mr. Howe,” I said sincerely.He waved it off with ease. “No need to thank me. You should be thanking the financial regulations in place. “If you had transferred the money directly to Julian’s personal account instead, it could’ve been classified as a gift.”At that, the entire legal team seemed to relax considerably.Then James turned to me with a serious expression. “Miss White, have you truly lost your memory?”I nodded.He grew even more solemn. “You cannot let Julian know about this. If he finds ou

I took in the massive VIP suite, realizing just how absurdly large it was.Scattered around the plush sofas were more young men—clearly heirs to wealthy families, each accompanied by stunning women.And these weren’t just any women. Every single one of them had the kind of looks that could make them instant social media influencers. They knew how to dress, and they weren’t shy about showing off.That was when it clicked—so this was why the server gave Dolly and me such a weird look earlier.I was in a simple, modest white cotton dress. Dolly was in a tracksuit and sneakers.Our attires were high-quality from designer brands, but compared to these women, we might as well have walked in from an entirely different world.Dolly tugged at my sleeve, frowning. “Who is this? Do you recognize him?”I pointed to the man sitting in the very center—the most striking, effortlessly handsome one in the room. “He’s Trey Wynn. So, it’s him.”Right on cue, Trey spotted us. He lifted his glass and s

Something stirred inside me, and for a moment, I forgot to push him away.“Hurry up, play your hand!”The guys who had just lost were already urging me to make a move.I hesitantly placed a card down—the Queen of Spades.Trey smirked. “Not bad. Playing the Queen—might just turn things in your favor.”With a cigarette between his lips, he leaned over again, casually adjusting the cards in my hand.The truth was, I did know how to play poker—at least in theory. I had spent enough time as a child watching my mother and her socialite friends play at fancy cocktail parties.But watching and playing were two very different things.At first, I was stiff, unsure of the strategy. Then, as the game went on, I started picking up the rhythm.And then… I won.I stared down at my hand in disbelief, double-checking my cards. I glanced at Trey for confirmation.Just then, he flicked away his cigarette and leaned back with a lazy grin.“Straight flush. Damn, you actually won. Alright, pay up, boys!”