Marcus Cole forgot everything. He forgot me. His memory is frozen in the year he was most in love with his ex-wife, Tiffany. No matter how hard everyone around him tried to convince him otherwise, he truly believed I was the homewrecker who came between them. The doctors said there was a chance his memory could return, so I held onto that sliver of hope, refusing to let go. Over the course of three years, we divorced and remarried. We became the laughingstock of the entire elite circle in the city; people were even placing bets on us. Betting on when I would finally give up, betting on when Marcus would remember. Until the news of our eighth divorce went viral on social media. Reporters stormed into my law firm, cameras blazing. They shoved microphones in my face, their words dripping with provocation. "Ms. Harper, as a divorce lawyer yourself, having been divorced eight times now, how does it feel?" My professional reputation was shattered, my personal commendations trampled underfoot. Before I could even respond, my boss fired me on the spot for bringing disrepute to the profession. "Chloe, let me give you a piece of advice: have some self-respect. Stop throwing yourself at Mr. Cole." I clenched my trembling hands, and suddenly, a profound weariness washed over me. They were right. This time, I really should give up. ... It was pouring rain when I left the firm. Clutching the cardboard box filled with things from my desk, I arrived home in a daze. The front door wasn't fully closed. Laughter—Marcus's and Tiffany's—drifted out from inside. I surveyed my surroundings. The place was a total disaster: clothes scattered everywhere, stained carpets... The television in the living room was looping the news about the scene at my law firm earlier today. Seeing me return, the smile on Marcus's face faded noticeably. "You've got a lot of nerve, showing up here again." His sarcastic words cut through the air, hitting my ears clearly. Tiffany smiled and planted a kiss on the corner of Marcus's mouth. "Alright, honey. You two were together for seven years, after all. Show a little grace." Then she looked up, raising an eyebrow at me with an intimate, suggestive smile. "Marcus missed me so much, so I came over. You don't mind, do you?" Rainwater dripped from my hair onto the floor, drop by drop. A wave of exhaustion rolled through my heart. I didn't spare another glance at the two of them on the sofa and turned toward the master bedroom. But when I pushed the door open, I froze mid-step. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you." "This house is also under my mom's name. It has nothing to do with you. I threw all your stuff out." "It should still be in the trash bins by the curb." Arthur's lips curled up as he leaned against the wall, watching me. It seemed that seeing me in a wretched state was the only thing that made him happy. A sharp pain shot through my chest. My soaked shirt made me shudder from the cold. "You bought the trending top story today, didn't you?" "We're already divorced. Why did you have to make me lose my job too?" Faced with my questioning, Arthur raised his hand and violently knocked the box out of my grip. Files and documents scattered all over the floor. That was nearly seven years of my life's work. "Chasing after me for three years wasn't enough? Even if something really did happen between us in the past, I have amnesia now." "The fact that I forgot you proves you're completely worthless to me!" These words undoubtedly stabbed right into my old wounds once again. Three years ago, his sudden amnesia caused him to forget everything about me. Just the day before the memory loss, he was enthusiastically helping me decorate the nursery, fantasizing about whether we would have a boy or a girl. But later, he forgot. He only remembered Tiffany. "You just forgot! You have no idea what Tiffany did back then..." Resentment and fury nearly drove me mad. Marcus's face turned ashen as he forcefully grabbed my hand. He shoved me out the door. The pouring rain soaked me again. "I don't care what Tiffany did. I only remember that I love her. That's enough." I opened my mouth, but all the questioning and resentment seemed utterly pointless. Irritated, Marcus avoided my gaze, reaching out to rip the wedding band off his ring finger. The edge of the diamond ring sliced his hand. He hurled the wedding ring to the ground by my feet. As he slammed the door shut, he threw one last line at me. "Don't come crawling back, begging me to remarry you again." I stood there for a long time. Finally, I crouched down and picked up that wedding ring. Marcus had personally designed this before our wedding. He wore it for seven years, never taking it off once. By the trash bins at the curb were our shattered wedding photos, the scarf he had hand-knitted for me. And all the photo albums filled with memories of us. My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the contact name and answered. Marcus's mother's excited voice came from the other end. "Chloe, I just got Marcus's physical exam results. The doctor said his memories are starting to loosen." "As long as he continues treatment, there's an eighty percent chance he can be cured!" My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone. The 'okay' that was on the tip of my tongue never came out. Finally, I softly said, "Mom, don't proceed with the treatment. If he forgot, he forgot." Chapter 2 The next day, I went to the Cole family estate. I placed those eight divorce certificates on the coffee table in front of Marcus's mother. "Mom, Marcus and I are divorced again." Marcus's mother looked at me with pity and let out a long sigh. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. Arthur has wronged you. You two were so happy back then." "But this time it really is different. I've contacted several doctors, and they all say the chances of a cure are high." Marcus's mother pushed a business card toward me, her eyes filled with anticipation. "I'm getting old. I just want you two to live a good life together." "He's been remembering quite a few things lately..." Before she could finish her plea, I interrupted. "But he has never remembered anything about me." I lowered my head, avoiding her pitying gaze. The atmosphere grew silent until she suddenly spoke. "If you leave, and Marcus remembers you but can't find you, he'll go crazy." For these past three years, every time we divorced, Marcus's mother would say this sentence. And because of this sentence, my heart softened time and time again. We remarried time and time again. Before I could respond, there was a commotion in the entryway. Marcus walked in, his brow instantly furrowing when he saw me. "Chloe Harper, did you come to tattle on me to my mom again?" "I already kicked you out, and you're still sticking around like a ghost. Can you seriously not survive without me?" Marcus's mother was so furious her chest heaved violently. She abruptly stood up. Her hand shot out, delivering a resonant slap across Marcus's face. "Have you caused enough trouble? Just how much further do you want to push Chloe?" "Without her, you would have died long ago." Sitting on the sofa, my hands clenched into fists. I couldn't help but think back to seven years ago. His marriage with Tiffany was painful. Tiffany enjoyed all his love, but she already had other men on the side. His wife was cheating; he became the laughingstock among the young elites overnight. When he took people to confront them. Tiffany also made off with ten million dollars, vanishing without a trace. After that, Marcus fell into depression. Just as he was preparing to commit suicide by jumping into the river. I was the one who saved him. "So what? Isn't she just looking for money?" Marcus still stared stubbornly at his mother. "I don't care what Tiffany did in the past. I just love her. It's impossible for me to love anyone else." "And I won't regret it." Marcus's mother seemed to be drained of all her strength in an instant. She turned to look at me apologetically. Marcus rubbed his temples, finally raising his head as if in compromise. "Chloe, you can remarry me if you want. We'll just end up divorced later anyway. The one losing face is you, not me." "Since you seriously can't leave me, then let's go to City Hall right now." "This must be your eighth divorce, isn't it?" The corner of my mouth twitched. I couldn't match the person in front of me with the Marcus in my memory. "This time, I came to make things clear to Mom." "You're free, Marcus." Marcus froze. The hand hanging by his side trembled involuntarily. He looked at me in astonishment, then quickly regained his composure. "Playing hard to get, are we? Unfortunately, that doesn't work on me." "Fine. You said it. Don't you dare come back begging me later." Marcus spoke almost through gritted teeth. Ignoring his mother's attempts to stop him, he threw his things on the floor. And stormed out. Marcus's mother was so angry she nearly blacked out. She shouted at Marcus's retreating back. "You are going to regret this!" Chapter 3 I no longer cared whether Marcus would regret it. After completely giving up on the treatment, my taut nerves relaxed a bit. After leaving the Cole estate, I was preparing to ask Marcus to return my passport and ID. All my identification documents had been with him these past few years. Just as I reached the street corner. A sudden, sharp pain struck my forehead. Hot blood gushed from the wound. Dizzy, I hadn't even realized what was happening. Before I was aggressively pulled and kicked by a group of people. "It's her! She's the homewrecker!" "Marcus and Tiffany belong together. Why do you have to force yourself in as the other woman?" "Spit. You're a disgrace to the legal profession. Specializing in other people's divorce cases, but you can't even get your own house in order." The commotion instantly drew the attention of passersby. Instead of intervening, they pointed their phones at me, recording continuously. Due to excessive blood loss, I didn't have the strength to fight back. Seeing that I had no energy to resist, the crowd eventually dispersed with disappointment. They spat on me. "We're going to beat you up every time we see you!" As my vision blurred, I saw Marcus in the distance. He was holding hands with Tiffany, both smiling sweetly. They looked truly happy. When our eyes met, Marcus's expression stiffened. His footsteps instinctively ran toward me. "Wh... What happened to you?" The blood flowed unstoppably, staining my clothes red. Marcus's mind went blank. He seemed to panic. With a trembling hand, he pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance. But Tiffany stopped him. "Don't get involved. Maybe she directed and acted this whole thing herself just to get your sympathy?" "It just looks scary, she's fine." "Didn't you say you were taking me to pick out a birthday present?" Tiffany pulled him away. Marcus hesitated for a moment, then turned his phone off. He didn't look at me again. I leaned against the wall, gasping for air. The blood still hadn't stopped. In the end, I dialed for an ambulance myself. But before the ambulance could arrive, I completely lost consciousness. When I woke up again, it was already a week later.max The doctor said if I had been even a little later, I might have died from excessive blood loss. Upon hearing about this, Marcus's mother specially came to the hospital to see me. She covered all the medical expenses. "Chloe, those people's aggressive behavior... Mom has already handled it for you." "Marcus, he..." "He just forgot that you have a blood clotting disorder." Marcus's mother tried to advise me again, but looking at my pale face. The words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down. I gave a faint smile. "Mrs. Cole, I'm divorced from him, and I won't be staying in the city." "I'm never coming back." Hearing the change in address, Marcus's mother's eyes instantly turned red. Ultimately, she just nodded. "Chloe, whatever you want to do, I'll help you." Chapter 4 Over the course of a month, I tried to contact Marcus. After all, all my identification documents were with him. But he was busy preparing for Tiffany's birthday and had zero time to attend to me. It wasn't until the day before Tiffany's birthday that he hurriedly returned. Marcus had forgotten about the incident a month ago. "Tiffany's birthday is tomorrow. She likes things lively and invited you to go racing." I paused, remembering that Tiffany was a professional racer before her retirement. Inviting me to play with them was clearly to establish her dominance over me. "I'm not going." I calmly refused. Marcus seemed prepared for this. He pulled my identification documents from his bag, waving them in front of me. "Aren't you looking for these? Be a good girl and listen, and I'll give them back to you." "Otherwise..." My gaze darkened. I knew Marcus meant what he said. I had no choice but to agree. The racing event Tiffany organized mostly included playboys from the elite circle. When they saw me, it was like they were looking at a monkey in a zoo. They giggled and made sarcastic remarks. "Marcus, why is your ex-wife still so persistent, chasing you all the way here?" Before Marcus could speak, Tiffany hooked her arm through his, her lips curled in a smile. "I invited Chloe. The more people, the livelier, right? Besides, she knows how to drive too, so I thought we could all race." The fragmented taunts of the crowd fell unmistakably on my ears. "Just a disbarred divorce lawyer. Racing against her is beneath us." "Who knew the eighth divorce drama would actually manifest in reality." I sighed inwardly, thinking about those passports and ID cards. Finally, I closed my eyes. "How do you want to race? Say it." The corner of Tiffany's mouth turned up, and she bent down into the driver's seat. "Very simple. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins." "However... if something happens and you lose your life, you can only blame your own bad luck." Tiffany spoke the last few words extremely softly. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively gripped the steering wheel. Everything went smoothly at the beginning of the race. Until halfway through a turn, Tiffany's wheels suddenly slid. My brakes were unresponsive, and I slammed straight into her, flipping the entire car. The screams and cries for help from the crowd rose one after another. My legs were trapped in the driver's seat. Shards of glass had pierced my thigh. I wasn't sure if an artery had been severed. The blood flowed without ceasing. The racetrack had its own medical team. They rapidly provided emergency care to both me and Tiffany, sending us to the hospital. It wasn't easy for the doctor to help me stop the bleeding. Marcus approached me, his eyes red. He violently slapped me across the face, gripping my collar as if he were tearing it apart. "Chloe Harper! You did it on purpose, didn't you? Do you know Tiffany is still in emergency resuscitation right now? If anything happens to her, you and I are done!" But clearly, she was the one who crashed into me. My vision was still very blurry. I only saw several doctors suddenly walk out of the operating room. "The patient is hemorrhaging and needs a blood transfusion, but the blood bank resources are limited..." "Draw from her! Use her blood! Please, you must save my wife..." Marcus violently yanked my hand. The force was so great it nearly caused my wounds to rupture again. The doctor responsible for me immediately intervened. "She can't. She has a blood clotting disorder. She nearly severed an artery just now; we barely got the bleeding stopped." "If you insist on drawing blood, something might happen." Marcus couldn't hear a word. He continued to roar. "Just draw it! Who cares if she dies? I just want Tiffany to live." I raised my head, looking at Marcus's back. "Chloe, I only want you to live." I vaguely heard Marcus's voice from the past. Because of the blood clotting disorder, in Marcus's eyes, I was like a porcelain doll. Once when we went mountain climbing, we encountered a mudslide. He had said that to me too. As long as I lived. With bloodshot eyes, Marcus ignored all interventions and directly drew my blood. Bag after bag of blood was sent into the operating room. Marcus threw the passport and documents by my hand. I struggled with all my might to keep from passing out. Ignoring the nurse's attempts to stop me, I took my passport and left the hospital. This time, Marcus and I were completely and utterly finished.
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