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I sponsored a female student from a low-income family through her MBA, never imagining she would become my husband Connor's assistant.
Under the spotlight, my husband and she danced intimately, kissing in front of everyone.
During our eight years of marriage, I had sold my design patents to help him launch his business and given up my career to become a full-time homemaker.
Our son was seriously ill in the hospital, yet he hung up on me without a second thought.
A few days later, I delivered the ring made from a soda can pull-tab to the birthday party he was throwing for his assistant.
“Let's get a divorce.”

The Pull-Tab Ring, The Cost of Forgetting

At this thought, Connor couldn't help but break down in tears again, holing himself up in a motel all day without leaving.


When he was hungry, he'd take a few bites of bread.


When he was thirsty, he'd drink tap water.


Just when he thought he would never find me again, a news story went viral online.


I was announcing to the public that I had made a breakthrough in a key technology previously monopolized overseas.


Connor's eyes lit up, and he nearly leaped out of bed.


I had just walked out of the television station with my son when I spotted a familiar figure standing across the street.


He was disheveled and filthy, his sneakers were torn, and the moment he saw me and our son, he rushed over in a frenzy.


Chapter 10