Chapter 9
After selecting a new burial site and holding a funeral, Knox returned to our former home, clutching my photograph.[]
After the incident, he hadn’t dared to step foot inside,[]
Because it was filled with our memories.
But now as he entered again, seeing the things I once used, imagining me cooking for him, looking at the flowers I’d planted in the yard, and the suits I’d ironed neatly for him…]
These small memories flooded over him like a tidal wave, cutting Knox to the bone.]
He collapsed onto the cold floor, the world spinning around him, unable to rise.[]
from then on, he locked himself in our room.[]
Repeatedly looking through our old photos and chat history.
Drinking himself into oblivion, imagining I was still by his side.[]
Two years later, he went to the police station hoping to preserve my household registration information, only to be told it had already been canceled.
Knox grabbed the officer in disbelief, “That’s impossible! How could this happen? I’m my wife’s only direct relative. How could her identity information already be gone?”
The officer frowned and explained, “There are only two possibilities: either she arranged to cancel her identity information, or she had a terminal illness with no relatives to handle affairs, so she chose to cancel her identity in advance.”
He knew my health condition well–I had no terminal illness.
So there was only one possibility.
Knox, struggling to contain his excitement, quickly asked:
“Could you check the exact date of cancellation?”
The officer pulled up the information. Knox saw it was one week after my incident that someone had canceled my identity information.
Which meant I was still alive!
Realizing this, the billionaire CEO began laughing and crying hysterically in the middle of the government office.
From that day on, Knox began searching through global personal records, trying to find my whereabouts.
But finding one person in a sea of humanity was no easy task.
This search continued for three long years.
Meanwhile, I was across the ocean in British, researching one of the world’s most difficult cancers to treat–ovarian cancer.
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Finally, we developed a targeted drug that could effectively reduce the side effects during chemotherapy.
On the day of the press conference, it was my first public appearance in five years.[]
Accepting everyone’s congratulations and praise, Carter was constantly by my side.[]
I thought I would never see Knox again in this lifetime.[]
But unexpectedly, after the celebration party that evening, I saw Knox at the hotel entrance, his shoulders completely covered in snow.
Five years had passed, and he had changed.[]
He had aged considerably.
When he saw me, he immediately stepped forward but was firmly blocked by Carter.[]
Reagan, OH MY GOD! It’s really YOU, isn’t it? I’m not dreaming!“]
“You’re not dead… you’re REALLY not dead… Thank God!“]
As he spoke, tears slid down Knox’s cheeks,
But I looked at him with a contemptuous smile.
“I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person!“]]
Knox shook his head, “No, I don’t believe that. You can’t fool me. You are my Reagan. I would never mistake you for anyone else!“]]
“Reagan, I’ve dreamed of you every night these past years, only to wake up to nothing.”
“Now that I’ve finally found you, I’ll never let go again. Can you give me one more chance?”
Looking at Knox’s sincere expression, I laughed sarcastically:]
“Knox, Reagan is dead. She died five years ago!“]
“You killed her yourself! Have you forgotten all the things you did?“]
“So how dare you stand before her now, even asking for forgiveness!“[]
Faced with my accusations, Knox couldn’t say a word.
As Carter and I held hands tightly, the massive pink diamond on my finger stabbed at Knox’s eyes.
After a long silence, Knox looked up at me again:]
“You’re right, Reagan. How could I have the nerve to appear before you again?”
With that, he pulled out a document from his inner pocket–a divorce agreement.
At a glance, I recognized it as the one I had drafted years ago.
Knox hesitated for a long time before finally signing his name on the paper.
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It seemed to take all his strength.]
After handing me the divorce agreement, he said:[]
“I failed you and our child. I once said I wouldn’t spare anyone who hurt you, including myself.”
With that, Knox turned and walked away, his shaking shoulders betraying his silent sobs.
I held the divorce agreement and took a deep breath.
Finally, I was free.
Two weeks later, shocking news broke in America:]
“Former Knox Industries CEO Knox West committed suicide by jumping from a building today, dying instantly. The only thing he held in his hand was a marriage certificate.
The next day, I received a large bank transfer with no name attached, but I knew who it was from.]
I donated the entire enormous sum to a children’s welfare center in America.
I believe they are the ones who truly need this money.
While I already have someone who truly loves me.
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