Chapter 2

Sometimes I think love really is an ephemeral thing. Mere memory alone can completely change who receives love's affection.

Over these three years, plenty of people tried to talk Vivian out of her foolishness.

Every friend and relative who'd witnessed our love urged her to come home and stay for a while.

Later they urged me instead, saying that once Vivian recovered her memory, she'd remember just how much she'd loved me.

So I endured for three years. I endured when they told me Vivian had bought the man's company just to make him dependent on her. I endured when they told me she'd bought an island as a gift for him. I even endured when I learned they were living together and calling each other husband and wife.

But now, I couldn't endure it anymore.

"Fine." I smiled. "Bring me the agreement. I'll sign it."

"Adrian, I don't agree to this." Vivian's mother grabbed my hand, tears streaming down her face. "Vivian just lost her memory. She loved you so much, and you loved her so much. Fate is just... being too cruel to you both."

My parents died young. Over these years, Vivian's parents had treated me very well.

"It's okay. Haven't you always wanted a grandchild? She's pregnant now. The child is innocent." I wiped away her tears. "That man is good too. Vivian and I... we just weren't meant to be."

"I can't believe you agreed so easily." Vivian laughed coldly. The look in her eyes held none of the love from days past—only contempt. Which made sense—in her current memories, I was just the man who refused to divorce her and stood in the way of her new love.

"She's already pregnant. If I don't agree, should I make that child grow up in a broken home?"

"You?" Vivian glanced at me and suddenly sneered. "Looks like I couldn't have loved you that much back then. Otherwise, why didn't you get me pregnant in the year we were married?"

I grabbed my water glass and splashed it in her face. "Get out!"

She wiped her face awkwardly, still managing to deliver a threat. "Just you wait. After the divorce, this house won't be yours either!"

After she left, Vivian's mother said to me. "Adrian, you should move in with us. Even if you're no longer Vivian's husband, you can still be like a son to me."

I shook my head. Over these three years, Vivian hadn't failed to cause scenes with her parents. She refused to go home. When I went to her office, she had people block me.

But she needed my agreement to divorce. When friends felt too awkward to approach me, she went to her parents. After being scolded by them a few times, she simply stopped going home to them either.