Chapter 3

Hearing those words, I felt an instant chill throughout my body.

"I was wrong."

I heard my own voice surrender.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jensen."

Scarlett, behind Brandon, gave me a victorious smile.

That night, Brandon didn't return to the bedroom.

I stood on the balcony and saw the light in the guest room across the way stay on all night.

The curtains weren't fully closed.

Through the gap, I saw two overlapping figures.

Scarlett's nightgown slipped from her shoulder.

Brandon's hand was around her waist.

I turned around, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

Moonlight fell on the floor.

I suddenly remembered many years ago, Brandon confessing his love to me under the moonlight.

He said, "Alice, I'll love you forever."

The next morning at the breakfast table, Scarlett sat in my usual seat.

She was wearing my slippers, using my favorite coffee cup.

"Alice, you don't mind, do you?"

She tilted her head, her eyes full of provocation.

I looked at Brandon.

He was looking down at financial news, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

"I don't mind."

I heard my own voice.

The housekeeper gave me a new set of cutlery.

Halfway through eating, Scarlett suddenly covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom.

I heard retching sounds.

Brandon finally put down his newspaper and followed her inside.

I sat at the table, continuing to drink my porridge.

After a long time, Brandon helped Scarlett out.

Scarlett's face was pale, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

Leaning into his embrace, her voice was delicate.

"Brandon, I think I'm pregnant."

The spoon in my hand clattered into my bowl.

Brandon looked at me, his eyes complex.

"Alice, Scarlett needs rest. For now, please move to the guest room."

Listening to his words, I suddenly laughed.

"Brandon, do you still remember why I lost my memory?"

He frowned, clearly not expecting me to ask that.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Three years ago, Scarlett hit me with her car."

I stared into his eyes, speaking each word distinctly.

"When I was lying in a pool of blood, where were you?"

Brandon's face changed.

"You were celebrating her birthday."

I answered for him, my eyes full of scorn.

"You said there was an emergency at work, but you were actually celebrating her birthday."

"I lost my first child in that car accident, but you didn't even come to the hospital because Scarlett said she was scared and needed you to stay with her."

Scarlett shrieked.

"You're lying! Brandon, she's crazy, she's hallucinating again!"

Brandon closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, there was only cold indifference.

"Alice, let the past be the past. What you need now is treatment, not dragging up the past."

"Treatment?"

I stood up and walked towards him.

"Brandon, tell me, what kind of treatment requires removing the hippocampus? What kind of treatment requires twenty-four-hour surveillance?"

"Are you trying to cure me, or are you trying to shut me up forever?"

Brandon seized my wrist, his grip so hard it felt like he was crushing my bones.

"Enough!"

He suddenly roared, his eyes terrifyingly cold.

"Look at yourself! Suspicious, aggressive, what's the difference between you and a crazy person?"

I looked at the face of the man I had loved for ten years.

Suddenly, he seemed terrifyingly unfamiliar.

"You're right, I am crazy."

"Otherwise, how could I believe that someone who personally sent me into surgery loved me?"

Brandon let go.

He took a step back, as if he couldn't bear to look into my eyes.

Scarlett seized the opportunity to cling to him, linking her arm through his.

"Brandon, my stomach hurts!"

Brandon gave me one last look, then helped her turn and go upstairs.