When My Amnesiac Husband Divorced Me, I Remembered I Was an Alien

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When My Amnesiac Husband Divorced Me, I Remembered I Was an Alien

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After my husband lost his memories in a car accident, he brought home a pregnant woman. He shoved a divorce agreement in my face with sneering contempt, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing. "A gold digger like you has no right to be the wife of the heir to the Smith Corporation." He humiliated me in every way he could, terrified I would break down in tears and beg him to stay, just like I had before. What he never expected was that I would agree without hesitation. And that I would immediately book an international flight out of the country. What he didn't know was that I had regained my memories long ago. And found where I truly belonged. It was the seventh time my husband handed me the divorce papers. He looked at me cold-eyed and said, "Summer is pregnant with my baby. I have to divorce you." My hand, which was just about to tear the papers to shreds like every time before, froze. My mother-in-law rushed in after hearing the news, frantic to stop him. "Ethan, you are going to regret this! Chloe is your real wife, the one you truly love!" She slapped Ethan across the face, then turned to me, begging for forgiveness. "Chloe, please, give Ethan one more chance. His memory will come back, I swear it will." Yes, my husband had amnesia. Three years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, he drove to the supermarket to pick up groceries. He said he wanted to cook me an elaborate dinner himself, just like he used to do when we were dating. Hours passed, and he never came home. The day after I filed a missing person report, the hospital called to tell me my husband had been in a horrific car crash. When I rushed to the trauma ward, I found him staring tenderly at the young woman who had pulled him from the wreckage. Then, the doctor delivered the news: my husband had retrograde amnesia. His memories had stopped exactly three years prior—the day before we first met. He had no memory of chasing after me for two years, no memory of our vows. Worse yet, he fell madly, obsessively in love with the girl who had brought him to the hospital. The very next day after being discharged, he demanded a divorce. I looked into his eyes and saw absolute sincerity—the exact same sincerity he had when he proposed under the stars, swearing he would love me for the rest of his days. It felt like a serrated knife carving through my chest. I refused back then. I couldn't bear to let go of the love we had built. So, he packed his bags and moved out. Over the past three years, I heard endless stories about the extravagant, reckless things Ethan did for that girl. After all, the Smith Corporation was a household name, and Ethan was young, handsome, and powerful. What hurt the most was that many of those grand gestures were things he had never once done for me.Sometimes I wonder if love is just an illusion. A simple lapse in memory was all it took to redirect its entire course toward someone else. Over those three years, people constantly tried to talk sense into him. Every friend and family member who had witnessed our relationship begged him to come home, to give it time. Later, they began comforting me instead, saying that once Ethan's memory returned, he would remember how desperately he had loved me. So I endured it. For three whole years. I endured it when they told me Ethan bought out the girl's entire company just so she would never leave his side. I endured it when they told me he bought an island to put in her name. I even endured it when I found out they were living together, playing house as husband and wife. But now, my endurance had reached its absolute limit. I picked up the pen calmly and moved it toward the signature line. This time, I was setting us both free. "Chloe, no, I won't let you," my mother-in-law pleaded, gripping my hand as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Ethan just lost his memories. He loved you so much, and you loved him. God, why are you testing these two like this?" My parents had passed away when I was young. Over the years, Ethan's parents had treated me like their own flesh and blood. "It's fine, Mom. Haven't you always wanted a grandchild?" I gently wiped away her tears. "She's pregnant. The child is innocent. Summer is a good girl, too. Maybe Ethan and I were just never meant to last." "You actually agreed that easily?" Ethan let out a harsh sneer. There wasn't an ounce of affection left in his eyes, only utter disgust, as if looking at a desperate, clinging madwoman. To be fair, in his current mind, I was just an obstacle—a bitter ex refusing to sign the papers, standing in the way of his fairy-tale romance. "Summer is carrying my child. If I don't divorce you, my baby will be born a bastard!" Ethan's gaze dropped to my stomach, his lips curling into a cruel mockery. "Then again, I guess I couldn't have loved you that much back then anyway. Otherwise, after a whole year of marriage, why didn't you ever get pregnant?" I grabbed the glass of water off the table and threw it straight into his face. "Get the hell out!" He stumbled back, furiously wiping the water from his skin, still spitting venom. "Just you wait! Once the ink is dry, this house won't belong to you either!" After he slammed the door, my mother-in-law pulled me into a hug, crying out of sheer indignation. "Chloe, come live with me. Even if you're not Ethan's wife anymore, you'll always be my daughter." I shook my head. Over the past three years, Ethan had caused scenes with his parents more than once. He refused to come home, and whenever I tried going to his office, security was instructed to bar me at the door. He needed my signature. When his friends refused to harass me on his behalf, he took his anger out on his parents. After they reprimanded him a few times, he cut them off entirely.After finally consoling my mother-in-law and sending her home, a mutual friend texted me saying Summer wanted to see me. Summer. The girl who had saved my husband and taken him to the ER. Now that she was pregnant, the last thing I wanted was to meet her—if anything happened to her or the baby, I'd take the blame. I turned down the invitation without a second thought. But the friend insisted Summer was desperate to speak with me; she was already waiting at a downtown café and swore she wouldn't leave until I showed up. These two were truly the banes of my existence. Cursing under my breath, I hailed a cab and headed over. The moment I walked through the doors, I spotted Summer sitting by the window. To be fair, I didn't actually hate Summer. Some of our friends called her a homewrecker, but I always maintained that the fault lay entirely with Ethan. Summer was, in a way, caught in the crossfire. She had done a good deed by saving an injured man, only to have him fall madly in love with her at first sight. And I knew Ethan. I knew the lengths he would go to when he pursued someone. He had wealth, looks, and status, while Summer was just a fresh college graduate. Bombarded by sweet words, grand romantic gestures, and relentless devotion, even a heart of stone would have melted. Summer wore a soft, pastel dress. Her loose curls caught the afternoon sunlight, making her look tender and sweet, though her face was noticeably pale. "Chloe, thank you for coming," she said, her voice as delicate as her appearance. Everyone who knew both of us said Summer and I were polar opposites. She was an art major—gentle, soft-spoken, looking like the romantic lead of an old indie music video. I, on the other hand, had been a field botanist trekking through deep wilderness before I met Ethan. Leading expeditions at a young age had forged me into a tough, uncompromising person. Back then, Ethan hadn't fully taken over the family conglomerate yet; he was just an adrenaline-seeking rich boy who spent a fortune to tag along on our research trek. Along the way, I gave the spoiled heir endless hell for his total lack of survival skills. When he first pursued me, I turned him down flat. I loved the thrill of exploring remote rainforests and rugged mountains. Being a trophy wife might be someone else's dream, but it was never mine. Yet Ethan knew how to play on human vulnerabilities. He offered me what I had never experienced: the warmth of a loving family. His parents were wonderful people who truly treated me like a daughter. And he promised me that marriage would never clip my wings; he swore he would be my steadfast anchor, supporting my work. It was all a lie. When we first married, I kept working in the field. But when he started begging for children, I considered stepping back and transferring to a quiet lab. Just as the transfer paperwork was being processed, the accident happened. He lost his memory. My marital vows wouldn't allow me to abandon an injured partner, so I stayed in that lab, continuing my research while weathering three years of his relentless divorce demands. Looking back, it was high time to let go. I genuinely missed the life I had before tying myself down.Taking the seat across from Summer, I noticed how frail she still looked, likely in her early weeks of pregnancy. "You wanted to see me? I've already agreed to the divorce," I said, getting straight to the point. To my surprise, Summer burst into tears. "What are you crying for? I said I'm signing it," I frowned, utterly baffled. She simply dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, trembling. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." Watching a fragile beauty weep like that softened my edge despite myself. "You don't owe me an apology. It's not like you caused his amnesia. Accidents happen," I took a sip of my coffee. Usually, I drank it like water, but for the first time, the latte tasted overwhelmingly bitter. "You're having his baby. Just focus on living a good life with him." Summer sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I never wanted it to end up like this. Truly, I didn't..." With heads turning from nearby tables, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. "Stop crying," I sighed, handing her a tissue. "I don't hold a grudge against you. Seriously." "Summer!" The café doors burst open with a crash, and Ethan stormed in like a hurricane. "I didn't think you could sink this low!" He grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening with enough force to snap the bone. "Summer did nothing wrong! If you have a problem, take it out on me!" Had his eyesight always been this bad? "Are you insane? Why would I harass her?" "Ethan, please, Chloe didn't do anything to me! Let go of her!" Summer cried out, trying to pull his arm away. Ethan shoved me off violently. My hand smashed into the hard corner of the wooden table with a sickening thud. I hissed in pain. I was scheduled for an expedition soon; a sprained wrist was the last thing I needed. Yet Ethan's arrogance only flared higher. He checked Summer over, confirming that she was merely teary-eyed. "Listen to me, Chloe. I am the one demanding this divorce. If you ever come near Summer again, I swear you'll regret it." How on earth had my standards been so low back then? Not only were this man's eyes blind, his brain was completely fried. "And you listen to me, Ethan Smith. We are definitely getting divorced. And..." I raised my uninjured hand and slapped him clean across the face. "Since you're so desperate, bring the papers over immediately. Don't waste my damn time."That evening, my phone rang. It was Ethan's executive secretary. "Mrs. Smith, why did you agree to the divorce?" Pressing an ice pack against my swollen wrist, I corrected her gently, "Don't call me Mrs. Smith anymore. We're splitting up. Given his rush, it'll probably be finalized in a couple of days." "Chloe... Mr. Smith left you with nothing!" I paused. "What do you mean, nothing?" "He called the legal team the moment he got back to the office this afternoon. He instructed them to draft a total clean-break agreement. You won't receive a single penny of alimony, property, or assets." Is that so? I distinctly remembered when Ethan proposed, he swore that if he ever wronged me, he would be the one walking away with empty pockets. Over the line, the secretary continued, "He's even reclaiming every single gift he gave you during the marriage." Right. He had been very creative during his courtship. Since I didn't care for luxury handbags or diamond jewelry, he had once bought the registry naming rights to a star for me. "Does that include the star?" I asked quietly. "The star?" The secretary sounded confused. A flurry of typing followed. "The star... he only bought the naming rights. He hasn't mentioned renaming it yet." Or maybe he just didn't remember it at all. I caught the unspoken implication. Looking back, the whole relationship felt absurd. A star named after me, as worthless and fleeting as a bond erased by a knock on the head. "It doesn't matter. Those things were his to begin with. Give them back." I was exhausted. Besides, none of this would matter to me soon. "Chloe, I know I'm his employee, but this contract is completely unfair to you. You did nothing wrong in this marriage. He shouldn't treat you like this," the secretary paused, her voice softening. "It's not my place to say, but... please don't sign it." I knew she meant well. Everyone in our social circle knew I had come from an ordinary background with no surviving family, living in a small suburban apartment before I met Ethan. Now, the sole heir of the Smith Corporation was kicking his blameless wife out onto the street with zero compensation. "Thank you," I told her sincerely. "But honestly, none of that stuff is of any use to me anyway." "Because I'm leaving."

Chapters (5)

第1章

After my husband lost his memories in a car accident, he brought home a pregnant woman. He shoved a divorce agreement in my face with sneering contempt, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing. "A gold digger like you has no right to be the wife of the heir to the Smith Corporation." He humiliated me in every way he could, terrified I would break down in tears and beg him to stay, just like I had before. What he never expected was that I would agree without hesitation. And that I would immediately book an international flight out of the country. What he didn't know was that I had regained my memories long ago. And found where I truly belonged. It was the seventh time my husband handed me the divorce papers. He looked at me cold-eyed and said, "Summer is pregnant with my baby. I have to divorce you." My hand, which was just about to tear the papers to shreds like every time before, froze. My mother-in-law rushed in after hearing the news, frantic to stop him. "Ethan, you are going to regret this! Chloe is your real wife, the one you truly love!" She slapped Ethan across the face, then turned to me, begging for forgiveness. "Chloe, please, give Ethan one more chance. His memory will come back, I swear it will." Yes, my husband had amnesia. Three years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, he drove to the supermarket to pick up groceries. He said he wanted to cook me an elaborate dinner himself, just like he used to do when we were dating. Hours passed, and he never came home. The day after I filed a missing person report, the hospital called to tell me my husband had been in a horrific car crash. When I rushed to the trauma ward, I found him staring tenderly at the young woman who had pulled him from the wreckage. Then, the doctor delivered the news: my husband had retrograde amnesia. His memories had stopped exactly three years prior—the day before we first met. He had no memory of chasing after me for two years, no memory of our vows. Worse yet, he fell madly, obsessively in love with the girl who had brought him to the hospital. The very next day after being discharged, he demanded a divorce. I looked into his eyes and saw absolute sincerity—the exact same sincerity he had when he proposed under the stars, swearing he would love me for the rest of his days. It felt like a serrated knife carving through my chest. I refused back then. I couldn't bear to let go of the love we had built. So, he packed his bags and moved out. Over the past three years, I heard endless stories about the extravagant, reckless things Ethan did for that girl. After all, the Smith Corporation was a household name, and Ethan was young, handsome, and powerful. What hurt the most was that many of those grand gestures were things he had never once done for me.

第2章

Sometimes I wonder if love is just an illusion. A simple lapse in memory was all it took to redirect its entire course toward someone else. Over those three years, people constantly tried to talk sense into him. Every friend and family member who had witnessed our relationship begged him to come home, to give it time. Later, they began comforting me instead, saying that once Ethan's memory returned, he would remember how desperately he had loved me. So I endured it. For three whole years. I endured it when they told me Ethan bought out the girl's entire company just so she would never leave his side. I endured it when they told me he bought an island to put in her name. I even endured it when I found out they were living together, playing house as husband and wife. But now, my endurance had reached its absolute limit. I picked up the pen calmly and moved it toward the signature line. This time, I was setting us both free. "Chloe, no, I won't let you," my mother-in-law pleaded, gripping my hand as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Ethan just lost his memories. He loved you so much, and you loved him. God, why are you testing these two like this?" My parents had passed away when I was young. Over the years, Ethan's parents had treated me like their own flesh and blood. "It's fine, Mom. Haven't you always wanted a grandchild?" I gently wiped away her tears. "She's pregnant. The child is innocent. Summer is a good girl, too. Maybe Ethan and I were just never meant to last." "You actually agreed that easily?" Ethan let out a harsh sneer. There wasn't an ounce of affection left in his eyes, only utter disgust, as if looking at a desperate, clinging madwoman. To be fair, in his current mind, I was just an obstacle—a bitter ex refusing to sign the papers, standing in the way of his fairy-tale romance. "Summer is carrying my child. If I don't divorce you, my baby will be born a bastard!" Ethan's gaze dropped to my stomach, his lips curling into a cruel mockery. "Then again, I guess I couldn't have loved you that much back then anyway. Otherwise, after a whole year of marriage, why didn't you ever get pregnant?" I grabbed the glass of water off the table and threw it straight into his face. "Get the hell out!" He stumbled back, furiously wiping the water from his skin, still spitting venom. "Just you wait! Once the ink is dry, this house won't belong to you either!" After he slammed the door, my mother-in-law pulled me into a hug, crying out of sheer indignation. "Chloe, come live with me. Even if you're not Ethan's wife anymore, you'll always be my daughter." I shook my head. Over the past three years, Ethan had caused scenes with his parents more than once. He refused to come home, and whenever I tried going to his office, security was instructed to bar me at the door. He needed my signature. When his friends refused to harass me on his behalf, he took his anger out on his parents. After they reprimanded him a few times, he cut them off entirely.

第3章

After finally consoling my mother-in-law and sending her home, a mutual friend texted me saying Summer wanted to see me. Summer. The girl who had saved my husband and taken him to the ER. Now that she was pregnant, the last thing I wanted was to meet her—if anything happened to her or the baby, I'd take the blame. I turned down the invitation without a second thought. But the friend insisted Summer was desperate to speak with me; she was already waiting at a downtown café and swore she wouldn't leave until I showed up. These two were truly the banes of my existence. Cursing under my breath, I hailed a cab and headed over. The moment I walked through the doors, I spotted Summer sitting by the window. To be fair, I didn't actually hate Summer. Some of our friends called her a homewrecker, but I always maintained that the fault lay entirely with Ethan. Summer was, in a way, caught in the crossfire. She had done a good deed by saving an injured man, only to have him fall madly in love with her at first sight. And I knew Ethan. I knew the lengths he would go to when he pursued someone. He had wealth, looks, and status, while Summer was just a fresh college graduate. Bombarded by sweet words, grand romantic gestures, and relentless devotion, even a heart of stone would have melted. Summer wore a soft, pastel dress. Her loose curls caught the afternoon sunlight, making her look tender and sweet, though her face was noticeably pale. "Chloe, thank you for coming," she said, her voice as delicate as her appearance. Everyone who knew both of us said Summer and I were polar opposites. She was an art major—gentle, soft-spoken, looking like the romantic lead of an old indie music video. I, on the other hand, had been a field botanist trekking through deep wilderness before I met Ethan. Leading expeditions at a young age had forged me into a tough, uncompromising person. Back then, Ethan hadn't fully taken over the family conglomerate yet; he was just an adrenaline-seeking rich boy who spent a fortune to tag along on our research trek. Along the way, I gave the spoiled heir endless hell for his total lack of survival skills. When he first pursued me, I turned him down flat. I loved the thrill of exploring remote rainforests and rugged mountains. Being a trophy wife might be someone else's dream, but it was never mine. Yet Ethan knew how to play on human vulnerabilities. He offered me what I had never experienced: the warmth of a loving family. His parents were wonderful people who truly treated me like a daughter. And he promised me that marriage would never clip my wings; he swore he would be my steadfast anchor, supporting my work. It was all a lie. When we first married, I kept working in the field. But when he started begging for children, I considered stepping back and transferring to a quiet lab. Just as the transfer paperwork was being processed, the accident happened. He lost his memory. My marital vows wouldn't allow me to abandon an injured partner, so I stayed in that lab, continuing my research while weathering three years of his relentless divorce demands. Looking back, it was high time to let go. I genuinely missed the life I had before tying myself down.

第4章

Taking the seat across from Summer, I noticed how frail she still looked, likely in her early weeks of pregnancy. "You wanted to see me? I've already agreed to the divorce," I said, getting straight to the point. To my surprise, Summer burst into tears. "What are you crying for? I said I'm signing it," I frowned, utterly baffled. She simply dabbed at her eyes with a napkin, trembling. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." Watching a fragile beauty weep like that softened my edge despite myself. "You don't owe me an apology. It's not like you caused his amnesia. Accidents happen," I took a sip of my coffee. Usually, I drank it like water, but for the first time, the latte tasted overwhelmingly bitter. "You're having his baby. Just focus on living a good life with him." Summer sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I never wanted it to end up like this. Truly, I didn't..." With heads turning from nearby tables, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. "Stop crying," I sighed, handing her a tissue. "I don't hold a grudge against you. Seriously." "Summer!" The café doors burst open with a crash, and Ethan stormed in like a hurricane. "I didn't think you could sink this low!" He grabbed my wrist, his grip tightening with enough force to snap the bone. "Summer did nothing wrong! If you have a problem, take it out on me!" Had his eyesight always been this bad? "Are you insane? Why would I harass her?" "Ethan, please, Chloe didn't do anything to me! Let go of her!" Summer cried out, trying to pull his arm away. Ethan shoved me off violently. My hand smashed into the hard corner of the wooden table with a sickening thud. I hissed in pain. I was scheduled for an expedition soon; a sprained wrist was the last thing I needed. Yet Ethan's arrogance only flared higher. He checked Summer over, confirming that she was merely teary-eyed. "Listen to me, Chloe. I am the one demanding this divorce. If you ever come near Summer again, I swear you'll regret it." How on earth had my standards been so low back then? Not only were this man's eyes blind, his brain was completely fried. "And you listen to me, Ethan Smith. We are definitely getting divorced. And..." I raised my uninjured hand and slapped him clean across the face. "Since you're so desperate, bring the papers over immediately. Don't waste my damn time."

第5章

That evening, my phone rang. It was Ethan's executive secretary. "Mrs. Smith, why did you agree to the divorce?" Pressing an ice pack against my swollen wrist, I corrected her gently, "Don't call me Mrs. Smith anymore. We're splitting up. Given his rush, it'll probably be finalized in a couple of days." "Chloe... Mr. Smith left you with nothing!" I paused. "What do you mean, nothing?" "He called the legal team the moment he got back to the office this afternoon. He instructed them to draft a total clean-break agreement. You won't receive a single penny of alimony, property, or assets." Is that so? I distinctly remembered when Ethan proposed, he swore that if he ever wronged me, he would be the one walking away with empty pockets. Over the line, the secretary continued, "He's even reclaiming every single gift he gave you during the marriage." Right. He had been very creative during his courtship. Since I didn't care for luxury handbags or diamond jewelry, he had once bought the registry naming rights to a star for me. "Does that include the star?" I asked quietly. "The star?" The secretary sounded confused. A flurry of typing followed. "The star... he only bought the naming rights. He hasn't mentioned renaming it yet." Or maybe he just didn't remember it at all. I caught the unspoken implication. Looking back, the whole relationship felt absurd. A star named after me, as worthless and fleeting as a bond erased by a knock on the head. "It doesn't matter. Those things were his to begin with. Give them back." I was exhausted. Besides, none of this would matter to me soon. "Chloe, I know I'm his employee, but this contract is completely unfair to you. You did nothing wrong in this marriage. He shouldn't treat you like this," the secretary paused, her voice softening. "It's not my place to say, but... please don't sign it." I knew she meant well. Everyone in our social circle knew I had come from an ordinary background with no surviving family, living in a small suburban apartment before I met Ethan. Now, the sole heir of the Smith Corporation was kicking his blameless wife out onto the street with zero compensation. "Thank you," I told her sincerely. "But honestly, none of that stuff is of any use to me anyway." "Because I'm leaving."