Amnesia After Divorce: My Ex–Husband’s Second Chase
Two months pregnant, my husband chose to divorce me and marry his first love to cure her depression.
But on the day of our divorce, he got into a car accident and lost his memory.
His memories are stuck three years in the past.
Three years ago, when he loved me the most.
In the hospital room, Lucas Anderson threw the divorce papers on the floor, his eyes red with anger and disbelief.
“Olivia, tell me the truth. You want a divorce because you’ve fallen for someone else, haven’t you?” His voice was low and intense as he stared directly into my eyes.
I looked at him and let out a cold laugh. “How could I be the one who wants a divorce? For the past two years, you’ve been the one desperately trying to end our marriage. You’re the one who wants to marry Chloe and give her your name. You’re the one who told me to abort our one–month–old baby!”
it.”
He sat silently on the hospital bed, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Are you lying to me? How could I ever say such things?”
I looked at him, my voice devoid of emotion. “Your signature is on the divorce papers. The ring on your finger has Chloe’s name engraved on
Lucas frowned, noticing the unfamiliar ring on his finger. He looked closely and saw Chloe’s name engraved inside. His expression changed dramatically. He yanked out his IV, jumped out of bed, and picked up the divorce papers. Sure enough, there was his signature.
“How… how is this possible?” Lucas leaned against the wall, looking lost and helpless.
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“You were in a car accident and lost your memory temporarily. Your memories are stuck three years ago, right after we got married. You’ve forgotten everything you’ve done in these three years.” My tone was cold and detached.
He had forgotten the events of the past three years, but I hadn’t. I couldn’t forget how much I had suffered during that time.
Three years ago, we fell in love and got married. Our blissful life lasted only two months before Chloe, his ex–girlfriend, returned from abroad.
At first, I thought Chloe was part of his land
ouldn’t :
affect
marriage. That
until the day Lucas threw divorce papers in front of me.
“Olivia, can’t you be more understanding? How can you be so
so petty towards someone suffering from severe depression?” My husband of two months was now proposing a temporary divorce. He wanted to give Chloe his name to help cure her depression.
Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. My whole body shook with anger. I couldn’t believe these words were coming from the husband who had been so devoted to me.
“So, you’re abandoning me for her?” I asked, my face full of hurt.
“Don’t say it like that. I don’t love her anymore, honestly.”
“She’s suffering from depression now. The doctor says she’s at risk of suicide at any moment. She needs me to be with her, to make her happy
and feel some warmth.”
“We’re just getting divorced temporarily. I’ll marry her first, and once her depression is cured, I’ll marry you again!”
Chloe’s parents are gone. I’m the only family she has left…”
“I just found out that when she left me to go abroad, she was already suffering from severe depression. She left without telling me because she didn’t want to be a burden.”
“She’s had a terrible time abroad these past three years. She couldn’t afford proper food or housing. Now she weighs less than 100 pounds.”
“She’s suffered so much for me. How can you expect me to abandon her? She really can’t take any more hurt.”
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My heart tightened. So Chloe had left Lucas years ago because of her depression. That’s why Lucas was so concerned about her now, even willing to divorce me for her sake.
“So you’re willing to hurt me to protect her feelings?” Tears streamed down my face. What had I done wrong in all of this?
“Don’t be unreasonable, okay? I promise, as soon as she gets better, I’ll marry you right away. You’re the one I truly love, no one else.”
I looked at his exasperated face, my heart breaking. “If you truly love me, why are you choosing to hurt me?” I sobbed.
Perhaps my tears softened his heart. He sighed, and the first attempt at divorce was called off.
Two years ago, I finally met Chloe, the woman tormented by depression.
She came to our home with a key Lucas had given her. Although Lucas hadn’t married her yet, he was already treating her like the lady of the
house.
Her eyes were lifeless, her appearance haggard. She walked and talked as if she had no energy left.
“I’m sorry… Olivia.”
“I’m sick. My life has no meaning. I want to die all the time. I’m in so much pain. I take medication every day.” She showed me the pills in her
hand.
“I constantly want to stab myself. Living is the most painful thing for me.”
“But Lucas is a ray of light in my life. Only when I’m with him do I not feel so terrible. Only then do I feel a tiny bit of motivation to keep living.”
“I promise you, after Lucas marries me, as soon as my depression improves, I’ll give him back to you.”
“So please… considering how miserable I am… let Lucas be with me for a while.”
Tears streamed down Chloe’s face.
She knelt on the ground, holding my hands. Her arms were covered in scars, remnants of her past self–harm attempts.
it was a shocking sight.
But why should her misery be my responsibility to compensate for?
What did any of this have to do with me?
“Chloe, if you’re sick, you need to see a doctor. A man can’t cure your illness. Only a doctor can treat your condition.”
“I am Lucas’s wife. What right do you have to enter my home with a key?”
“I won’t give my husband to you. Get that idea out of your head.”
I was shaking with anger disgusted by her act of kneeling and playing the victim.
I pushed her away forcefully. She fell to the ground, light as a feather.
The colorful pills in her hand scattered across the floor.
This scene was witnessed by Lucas, who had just returned from work.
“Olivia, have you no humanity? Chloe is already in such a state, and you still bully her? Are you even human?”
Lucas ran over and shoved me aside with tremendous force, like being hit by a truck. My leg slammed into the corner of the coffee table, causing me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
“Chloe, are you okay? Are you alright?” Lucas ignored my disheveled state and bent down to comfort Chloe, then started picking up the scattered pills from the floor.
3:38 PM
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Chloe sobbed pitifully, looking utterly helpless.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m the one causing trouble. Maybe I should just die. I’m already in so much pain, why am I torturing you and Olivia? You two are married, I’m just the third wheel.”
Chloe’s tears flowed like a river, seemingly endless.
Then, while Lucas wasn’t paying attention, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, starting to cut her wrist.
Bright red blood gushed out.
“Chloe!” Lucas ran over, dodged the knife, and restrained her.
“You’re not a burden. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s others who are wrong. I promise I’ll cure your depression!”
Lucas held Chloe tightly and rushed her to the hospital.
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As he walked out the door, Lucas shot me a look of hatred and said, “Olivia, I never thought you could be such a person! The divorce papers are under the coffee table. I’ve already signed them! And get rid of the baby, having a child now would upset Chloe.”
After they left, the place was a mess.
At that time, I was already one month pregnant.
I sat on the floor, the pain in my leg making me break out in a cold sweat.
Back then, I had defied my parents‘ objections and even cut ties with them to marry Lucas and move to Chicago. I never imagined this would
be the outcome.
I laughed bitterly at myself. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed I could never compare to his first love.
Tears fell uncontrollably down my face. I walked to the coffee table, saw the divorce papers, and signed them.
Little did I know that on the very afternoon I signed those papers, Lucas would get into a car accident, end up in the hospital, and lose his memory in a twist of fate.
