Chapter 6

As he spoke, I felt an unexplainable annoyance rise within me. Without thinking, I burst out, "Who exactly are you? And who's Hannah? What's this all about?"

The man paused, his expression darkening as he let out a humorless chuckle. "Hannah requested I come apologize to you, but now I see that was completely pointless."

"Is this some kind of joke to you? Stop this nonsense and go home to think about your actions!"

He advanced, trying to grab me.

Suddenly, I felt nauseated. His proximity made me feel ill, as if he were someone I deeply disliked or wished to erase from my mind.

The noise roused Wendy, who shot the man an irritated look. "Simon, haven't you done enough damage? I told you to just sign the divorce papers. Was I not clear?"

After Wendy's outburst, anger flashed in Simon's eyes, but it vanished when he noticed the cast on my arm.

"Are you feeling okay?" His tone unexpectedly softened.

His sudden shift in attitude confused me. I replied calmly, "Could you please step back? For some reason, your presence makes me feel unwell."

Upon hearing this, Simon looked utterly stunned, as if he couldn't believe what I'd said.

He left hastily, his face ashen, muttering only, "We'll discuss this when you're feeling better."

Wendy held my face in her hands and whispered, "Don't you dare go easy on him."

I gave a faint smile. "I don't even know who he is. How could I possibly go easy on him?"

A loud crash came from outside, as if something had fallen.

Wendy went to investigate and returned. "Seems like someone knocked over a pot of soup."

"You can leave the hospital once your arm heals."

I nodded and unlocked my phone.

My lawyer had messaged me asking if I'd received the divorce papers.

After talking with Wendy, I learned the truth about my relationship with Simon.

We were married, but I had already prepared divorce papers before losing my memory.

He was also responsible for my injury.

I sighed. "No wonder I had such a negative reaction to him. I always thought I had good instincts."

Several days later, my condition had improved considerably. Wendy took me outside in a wheelchair to enjoy the sunlight.

That's when we encountered Simon, who was pushing another woman in a wheelchair.

Upon seeing me, Simon froze and quickly explained, "Hannah got hurt too. Her manager isn't around, so I've been helping her."

"Mr. Ford, there's no need to explain yourself to me. Since I've given you the divorce agreement, your personal life is no longer my concern."

I responded with a slight, detached smile.

"Claire, are you still upset with me and Simon? Are you really going through with the divorce?"

Her voice sounded hurt, but her eyes were full of challenge and disdain.

"I heard you're pretending to have amnesia again. Simon told me you've used that trick on him before. Why are you still resorting to such a cliché way of showing jealousy?"

Before I could answer, Wendy couldn't suppress a laugh. "Oh my! Are you that dense?"

Hannah's face flushed with anger. Just as she was about to retort, I calmly interjected, "If you think I'm playing games, why hasn't the man beside you signed the papers? Could it be my tricks actually worked?"

"That's enough!" Simon's sharp voice cut in.

"Claire, focus on getting better. We'll talk after you've recovered."

He said before wheeling Hannah away.

"There's nothing to discuss," I murmured, gazing at the sky.

I still had so much to accomplish. I wouldn't let someone who no longer existed in my memories hold me back.

Simon noticeably hesitated when he heard me, then quickened his pace as if avoiding confrontation.

I discovered numerous edited videos of Simon and Hannah on my phone.

My previous habit of tormenting myself by watching these clips had taught the algorithm to keep recommending them.

I immediately selected "not interested" and then announced on social media that I was leaving the industry.

A call from an unknown number came in. When I answered, a weary male voice spoke. "Claire, stop being so obstinate … "

I ended the call and blocked the number in one swift motion.

The doctor said my recovery was progressing well and I could be discharged in two weeks.

Excited, I booked a flight to the Maldives and began researching travel guides online.

I felt a happiness I'd never experienced before, as if a long-standing burden had finally been lifted from my heart.

Since I hung up on Simon, a bouquet has appeared in my hospital room every day.

But he seemed unaware that I was allergic to lilies.

Wendy tossed the bouquet aside, her expression serious as she told the delivery person, "Better late than never doesn't apply here. She's almost recovered, why is he causing trouble now?"

That day, I received another apology from an unknown number and as usual, I blocked it.

On the day of my discharge, the sun was bright and a small cat was lounging in the shade of a tree.

While Wendy went to handle the paperwork, I crouched down to pet the cat.

A shadow suddenly fell over me. Looking up, I saw the last person I wanted to encounter.