All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Julian raised his voice. "You don’t mind? Now you’re suddenly acting generous."His smile was sharp, laced with sarcasm. "Evelyn, you’ve won. She’s gone. She won’t be bothering us anymore. So, can you come home with me now?"I clutched my chest as a familiar dull ache washed over me.I really was a fool.For a brief moment, I actually thought Julian had finally come to his senses.I thought that, in the end, he would choose to believe me over Chloe. I actually thought that, for once, the version of me before the accident would finally win.I let out a soft laugh. "Did I win?"I met his gaze and asked again, "Did I really win?"A faint smile tugged at my lips. "You only told her to leave because you thought I was throwing a tantrum. You don’t respect me, and you certainly don’t believe a word I say."Julian’s expression shifted slightly.I had hit the mark.I laughed bitterly. "I lost a long time ago. I’m the one who should have left among the three of us."Julian opened his mouth to s

We waited for the car, feeling relaxed.At the very least, after a good meal, the gloom weighing on me had lifted a little. On the other hand, Dolly was absolutely thrilled. She had spent the entire dinner singing Miles’ praises.She went on so much that I actually started feeling secondhand embarrassment.She giggled and pumped her fists in the air. "That was so satisfying!""Eve, didn’t that feel amazing? Julian finally got put in his place. Did you see his face? I swear, he was so pissed his nostrils were practically smoking."I hummed absentmindedly, barely responding.Dolly nudged me. "Eve, you better hold on tight to this guy. Miles is a hundred times more reliable than Julian. And let’s not forget—he’s loaded."I stiffened. "What are you even talking about? Someone like me? There’s no way. Don’t say nonsense. He’ll be back any minute."Dolly waved me off. "What do you mean, ‘no way’? You’re the heiress of the White family…"Before she could finish, a mocking voice cut in."Wel

Miles’ expression darkened the moment he saw the blood on my face.His sharp gaze flicked to Finn, who still looked ready to pounce. Without a word, Miles gave a subtle nod to someone beside him.Before I could process what was happening, a dark figure shot forward.Smack! Smack!Two quick, brutal slaps landed across Finn’s face, followed by a swift, forceful kick that sent him crashing to the ground.Just moments ago, Finn was shouting about how he was going to teach me a lesson.Now? He was scrambling to get back on his feet, disoriented and furious.He had just begun to lunge forward when he finally registered the man standing in front of him.His expression twisted, all the color draining from his face. His lips trembled."M-Mr. Wynn…"Miles’ stare was ice-cold. "Did you hit her?"Finn clutched his cheek, his voice laced with grievance. "She attacked me first! Look, look…"He tilted his head, exposing the red, swollen mark on his face as if expecting sympathy.Miles barely spared

Dolly was torn between being impressed and worried. "But if you file for divorce, there’s a good chance you won’t get back the money you invested in Moore Group. “You know Julian is a shameless bastard. He’ll do everything he can to keep it from you."I remained calm. "Then I’ll get the best lawyer and take him to court. I’m getting every single penny back. If Julian refuses, I’ll fight him to the bitter end."Seeing how resolute I was, Dolly immediately nodded. "Hell yes! Now that’s the attitude. I’m with you all the way."I looked at her. "Tomorrow’s the weekend. Pick a time to come with me. I need to get my things."She blinked, momentarily caught off guard."I left a lot of good stuff at Julian’s place."Realization dawned on her, and she nodded furiously. "Oh, right! You used to splurge on designer bags and jewelry all the time. No way in hell we’re leaving any of that for Julian and that home-wrecking tramp."I didn’t say anything.Sensing my mood, Dolly sat beside me, offeri

This time, I focused on clothes.I picked out four or five sets of pajamas and everyday wear before turning my attention to the real treasures—the high-end designer pieces.As I swept through the racks, I silently praised my own taste and sharp eye.Many of these were couture pieces, some crafted by renowned designers. A few were limited editions, others were rare runway exclusives that could never be bought again. Their value had only increased over time.Then came the handbags.I didn’t even bother looking at the ones below. Without hesitation, I grabbed the crocodile leather Hermès bags from the top shelf.I felt a sense of satisfaction.Selling these alone would be enough to fund a comfortable lifestyle for a long, long time.I was so caught up in my scavenging that I lost track of time.On my sixth trip back inside the villa, the sound of a car pulling up outside snapped me back to reality.I froze.Julian was back?!I quickly pressed myself against the window, peeking outside.