All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

They had no obligation to me, and the fact that Miles had done this much was more than generous. Perhaps he was only helping me out of respect for the White family and my brother. Any unrealistic thoughts I might have had vanished into thin air. The test results were promising—there were signs that the swelling in my brain was subsiding. Last night’s vomiting was just a symptom of post-concussion syndrome. As I held the report in my hands, a weight lifted from my chest. I was still young; I wasn’t ready to give up on life just yet. I didn’t understand why I’d been so impulsive to jump before losing my memory. If I ever had to do it again, I’d make sure to drag Julian, that scumbag, down with me. “Why are you still being so dramatic, Evelyn? The doctor said you’re fine.” The voice I dreaded most returned, lingering like a shadow. I frowned as Julian strode over, his presence making my scalp tingle with unease. Instinctively, I stepped behind Joseph. Joseph position

How could I not be angry? Even if there was no love left between Julian and me, the fact remained that he was still my husband. Yet here he was, dating another woman, showering her with flowers and a diamond ring before our divorce was even finalized. Any woman would be furious. I could vividly imagine how, before losing my memory, Chloe’s petty games had beaten me down time and time again, leaving me utterly defeated. I told Dolly, "Of course I’m angry. But getting angry only plays right into her hands. Don’t let it get to you either. Let’s just sit back and watch them dig their own grave." Dolly was silent for a while before finally saying, "Eve, my heart aches for you." Her voice quivered. "You’re so good, so kind—why can’t Julian love you? It just makes me so mad. And I’m even angrier that everyone seems blind to Chloe’s manipulative schemes." I didn’t respond, sinking into silence. Dolly kept ranting on the other end, but I felt an unusual sense of calm wash over me.

I offered an awkward smile. "Oh, I see. If my brother comes around, I’ll tell him how kind you’ve been to me. I’ll make sure he treats you to a great meal." Then I paused, realizing that someone like Miles probably wouldn’t care for a casual dinner invite. I quickly corrected myself. "No, I’ll have him give you one of his best projects to handle instead. I won’t compete with you for it." Miles’s gaze deepened. "Is that how you plan to thank me?" I froze for a moment. He chuckled lightly and casually patted my head, a gesture more fitting for comforting a child. "That’s unnecessary. Even if it wasn’t for your brother, I’d still help you if it were your issue." "Why?" I asked, still baffled. Miles winked at me. "Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody." I was completely lost. Miles didn’t seem inclined to explain further. After a few more pleasantries, he left the room. Lying back on the bed, I stared at the IV drip bottle, letting my mind wander aimlessly. The more I tho

After I finished eating, Miles asked, "Want to go for a walk?" "Huh?" I blinked at him, feeling like an idiot. He gestured to my wrist, still wrapped with the IV port. "The doctor said you can move around a little. Just nothing too strenuous or tiring." That was when it clicked. Miles came home specifically to keep an eye on me. He wasn’t avoiding work or choosing not to check his emails upstairs—he was quietly staying by my side to help me recover. I nodded quickly. Miles motioned for someone to bring out a pair of lightweight sneakers prepared for me. "Let’s go for a walk." Just as we were about to head out, loud voices came from the front door. I heard someone say, "Miss Smith, Mr. Wynn is busy." Kira’s fiery tone followed. "I don’t care how busy he is, he has to see me! How long does he plan to keep me dumped in a hotel? I’m not staying there another night!" "Miss Smith, please..." Instinctively, I shrank back. The last thing I wanted was another confronta

I remained speechless. It was becoming painfully clear just how unhinged I must have been before losing my memory. I actually had Dolly create a fake account to go undercover just to catch Julian cheating. Honestly, with that kind of behavior, it wasn’t hard to see why Julian and everyone else around him disliked me. I frowned, incredulous. "I even had you create a fake account? But wait, if I had her screenshots, why didn’t Julian believe me before?" Dolly rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might stay that way. "Because you didn’t dare show them to him. You sent him one once, and Chloe turned it around on you, claiming you photoshopped it to slander her. Julian believed her, not you." I was stunned. "I lost to Chloe just like that? Is Julian an idiot?" Dolly sighed. "He’s not an idiot. He just doesn’t love you."That’s why it wouldn’t matter what you said. He still wouldn’t believe you. And I think, deep down, you always knew that. That’s why you didn’t try to use thes