All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Just as I was about to hail a cab, a sleek black car slowly pulled up in front of me. “Eve?” The car window rolled down smoothly. I looked up, still feeling lightheaded. In that instant, a familiar, refined face came into view. I froze. “Mr. Wynn?” Miles stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door, gently helping me inside. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts. “Mr. Wynn, why are you still here?” He started the engine, his tone calm and measured. “I figured you might still be at the hospital, so I circled the area. And here you are.” Reaching for a napkin, he handed it to me with a casual ease. “Were you sick just now?” I accepted it, dabbing at my mouth, and replied quietly, “Yes, a little dizzy. It’s probably a lingering effect of the concussion.” His brows knit slightly, the look in his eyes behind the glasses turning sharp and serious. That was when I realized my back was damp with cold sweat. As he drove, his voice was calm but comforting. “It

Miles had already stepped out of the car. Standing just outside, he gave me a soft smile. “Eve, we’re here.”I climbed out and froze, stunned by the view before me. This place was remote yet breathtaking. We were perched on a hillside, overlooking a vast expanse of deep blue coastline. The setting sun spilled brilliant streaks of color across the horizon, painting the sky and sea in hues of gold and crimson. Behind us, a lush forest of vibrant green stretched endlessly, framing the scenery like a dream. Nestled within the trees was a vintage estate, its architecture timeless and elegant. Ordinarily, such an isolated house might have exuded an eerie vibe, but this one didn’t. Instead, it brimmed with life, its stone walls draped in blooming roses—lush, extravagant, and impossibly beautiful. Clusters of red, blush pink, soft yellow, and creamy white roses climbed in vibrant waves, creating what seemed like an ocean of blossoms. I gasped, excitement bubbling up as I recogniz

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt as though I were trapped in a surreal dream. The room wasn’t excessively opulent, yet it radiated an extraordinary sense of warmth and comfort. A housekeeper placed a neatly folded set of clothes beside me, smiling politely. “Miss Evelyn, these are pajamas Mr. Wynn selected for you. If they don’t fit, please let us know.”I glanced at the soft pink sleepwear and quickly nodded. “Please thank Mr. Wynn for me.”The housekeeper showed me how to use the bedside phone and the bathroom controls before leaving the room. Just as I began to settle in, my phone buzzed. It was Dolly. “Why did it take you so long to answer? I was terrified something happened! Did Julian hurt you? And how’s your arm?” she demanded, her voice rising with worry. I quickly recounted my trip to the hospital. On the other end, Dolly went silent for a moment, then burst out, “Wait! Dr. Reed? That Michael Reed? The legendary orthopedic doctor?! And who’s the ridiculously handso

My head began to throb, a relentless buzzing sound filling my ears. The dizziness hit me again, and I struggled to explain, "I’m not a homewrecker... I’m not...""Not?" Kira’s voice shot up a notch. "You openly pursued Julian in your sophomore year! If that’s not being a homewrecker, then what is? Let me tell you, you ruined the relationship between Julian and Chloe. You’re the reason they broke up!""No, it’s not like that... It’s not... Dolly told me it wasn’t..." It couldn’t be true. I wasn’t a homewrecker. Dolly told me that Julian and Chloe had already broken up when I found out and began pursuing him. I wasn’t the other woman—it wasn’t possible. But how could I explain this to Kira? I had lost my memory; I didn’t even know what had happened back then. My body started trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat breaking out all over me. Regret washed over me. I shouldn’t have come to the Wynn estate. I should have stayed at the hospital earlier today. Getting admitted would’ve at

That night, I slept much more soundly.I drifted in and out of sleep until the next day around noon. When I finally stirred, I noticed the IV still attached to my hand. Beside me, a nurse was quietly taking my blood pressure.I shifted slightly and asked, "Where’s Miles?"The nurse looked at me, puzzled.I quickly corrected myself. "I mean, where’s Mr. Wynn?"She smiled. "Mr. Wynn left for work this morning. He should be back soon."I couldn’t help but smile.How nice—it felt like waking up to see Miles was something to look forward to.But as I smiled, a strange sense of unease crept over me.Why was I so eager to see a man I’d only met yesterday?Could it be… had I already fallen for him?The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I suddenly felt deeply embarrassed.Maybe Dolly was right—I probably did have a terminal case of being a hopeless romantic. After all, Julian had turned me into a lovesick fool, leaving me battered and humiliated for seven years, becoming the laugh