Chapter 2
Mia took me home after confirming that it would be difficult for me to regain my memories.
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She then gave me a brief introduction to my current situation.
I, Hazel Winters, fell in love during my freshman year of college with a poor boy named Caleb Parker.
Caleb and I dated for ten years, from eighteen to twenty–eight. I supported him in his business ventures, shared in his hardships, gave birth to his children, and took care of his parents.
Then this year, he filed for divorce.
“What? Huh?” I was shocked. This sounded like some tragic romance novel.
After a while, I asked with a trembling voice, “So, you’re saying I was someone’s servant for ten years, and at twenty–eight, I
was thrown out?”
Mia nodded, “Yes, and you have two children. Your son is six years old, and your daughter is four. But because you were a housewife without your own income, both children chose to stay with their father, so the court awarded custody to Caleb.”
“…Ah? The two children I raised are gone…”
Even though I couldn’t remember experiencing any of this, it sounded terrifying.
I was almost in tears from fear.
Then Mia laughed and patted my shoulder, “Don’t be too upset. At least you got money.“”
With tears welling up in my eyes, I cautiously asked, “How much?”
Mia sat up straight, “Hazel, listen carefully. You got 20% of Caleb’s assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two courtyard houses in Boston. It’s worth about $1.9 billion in total.”
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Silence, contemplation, and then I tentatively asked, “Mia, you’re not lying to me, are you?”
“I swear on my life, I’m not lying.”
That day, I stared out the window at the sky in a daze.
I had forgotten ten years of memories. I wasn’t sure how I had spent those ten years.
But Mia said I was very rich, and when I was eighteen, money was what I loved most.
So I thought this wasn’t too bad after all.
