Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss novel is a Billionaire story: Radley Monaghan was an absent husband during their two-year marriage to Freya Kaufmann.

Radley Monaghan was an absent husband during their two-year marriage to Freya Kaufmann. On the same day that he initiated their divorce, Freya was involved in a car accident that caused her to suffer from memory loss regarding her traumatic marriage. When she regained consciousness, she reverted to being the spoiled daughter of the prestigious Kaufmann family, no longer living in hiding as a humble housewife because of her love for the high and mighty Radley.

Freya sought vengeance on those who had wronged and harmed her. She stood up for justice and didn’t tolerate bullies. She chose her career over love and stood alongside Radley in the business world as a professional, shining ever so brightly.

Radley was surprised and regretful as he had never seen these sides of Freya before. Little did he know, he would uncover more and more of the hidden identities of his ex-wife.

Chapter 1 You Can Have as Much Money as You Want

Late at night, Freya Kaufmann was already sound asleep when she suddenly felt her clothes being pulled off. She opened her eyes with fright.

It was Radley Monaghan, her legal husband.

The man’s expression remained cold as usual. Even though they were doing the most intimate thing together at the moment, he couldn’t even spare a gentle expression for her.

They had been married for two years, but the number of times where he had come home had not exceeded ten.

Freya’s face turned pale. She bit her lips as she tried to recall her memories, but her consciousness gradually dissipated. She eventually passed out under Radley’s unrestrained plunder.

…

The next morning, sunlight shone through the slits of the curtains onto the bed. Freya slowly woke up as she felt soreness all over her body. She smiled bitterly.

Turning her head, she found that the spot next to her was already cold.

Radley had left long ago.

She had gotten used to it.

Freya got up from bed. The soreness all over her body that was hard to ignore made her movements slow. She picked up the clothes on the bedside and got changed, then tidied up the messy bed.

Click—

A faint sound was heard from behind her.

Freya turned around and saw Radley, dressed formally in a suit and leather shoes, opening the door and coming in.

Men who had been in high positions for a long time always had a cool and arrogant look in their eyes, as well as an innate nobility and dominance.

Freya was surprised. “You haven’t gone to work yet?”“Take this.” Radley ignored her question but handed her what he had in his hand instead.

Freya took it unconsciously and looked down as she turned the packaging box over, only then did she see the words on it.

Contraceptive pills.

Unintentionally, she squeezed the package tight as she lowered her head and said softly, “Radley, I don’t want to take it…I…”

“Take it.” Radley frowned and interrupted Freya immediately before she could finish her sentence.

He hated her submissive and acquiescence look.

Freya’s eyes dimmed, and she pursed her lips.

She opened the packaging box and took out a pill, then picked up the glass of water that had been left overnight on the bedside, and swallowed the pill with the remaining water in the glass.

She didn’t want to take them.

She was allergic to contraceptive pills.

Taking them would cause rashes over her.

But Radley didn’t know.

He didn’t care about her, what was the point of saying it?

Freya put the water glass back. Before she had the time to stand up straight again, she heard the man’s cold voice again. “Freya, let’s get a divorce.”

The harsh words pierced Freya’s ears. She looked at him incredulously. It took her a long time before she finally regained her voice and asked with difficulty, “Why now…”

Tomorrow…would be our second wedding anniversary.

Radley’s voice was calm and indifferent, and his words were straightforward and cruel. “Freya, you know that I don’t love you.”

“I married you because I needed a marriage partner, and you were obedient enough, that’s all.”

“And.”

“She’s back.”

…

She’s back.

In fact, Freya didn’t know who “she” was.

But she had accidentally seen the photo in Radley’s wallet and had heard the name that Radley unconsciously mumbled at night.

Freya’s eyes turned red, and she instinctively reached for his sleeve.

Radley ruthlessly avoided her grasp and said bluntly, “You can have as much money as you want.”

Freya’s hand froze mid-air as she stammered, “Is this how you see me?”

So, he thinks I married him just for his money?

Radley frowned.

Did you not?

He remembered how happy she was when he gave her the secondary card to his bank account.

“The villas on the outskirts will also be put under your name. Get ready and go to the city hall this afternoon.” After he spoke, his phone rang.

He quickly took out his phone and glanced at it, his eyebrows and eyes softened. “It’s all settled. Wait for a while, and I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up the phone, he didn’t say anything more and left.

Freya stumbled down the stairs like a walking corpse and left the house.

The servant worriedly stopped her and asked, “Madam, what’s wrong? Where are you going?”

Freya’s voice was hoarse as she answered, “I’m just going out for a walk by myself. I’m fine.”

She wandered on the street aimlessly, not knowing where to go, but she knew that if she stayed in that house any longer, she would suffocate!

At this moment, her phone vibrated.

Someone sent her a picture.

Freya instinctively bit her lip.

In the picture, a slender woman was clinging to a man tightly. They were embracing each other, intimately entwined.

Her heart hurt so much as if it was about to burst.

Freya bit her lips until they bled. She felt cold all over, and she was trembling.

Her gaze became unfocused, and somehow, she walked across the street in a daze.

Suddenly, a passerby waiting for the traffic light shouted, “Watch out!”

Before Freya could react, she was hit by a truck and thrown into the air.

Drip, drip, drip.

It was so quiet around her that the only sound that she could hear was the steady drip of the intravenous drip.

Freya moved her fingers and slowly opened her eyes.

Turning her head, she saw a man dozing off by her bedside. Just as she was about to get up, she realized that her body hurt so much that she couldn’t move.

In a weak voice, she called out, “Brax…”

Braxton Kaufmann was half-asleep. Startled by her voice, his hand slipped off his chin and he staggered.

Blinking, he saw that Freya was awake. His tone was not great, but he couldn’t hide his concern. “Are you awake?”

“Brax…” Freya mumbled as she was in unbearable pain.

Braxton was taken aback for a moment. He felt that something was wrong with Freya.

Since she married Radley two years ago, she had rarely returned home, and he always felt that he had become estranged from his sister, but now…

Freya coughed, feeling her throat was on fire. “I want to drink some water.”

Braxton wanted to say something, but when he heard that she was thirsty, he immediately got up to pour her a glass of water. He then carefully helped her to sit up. “You’re lucky. You don’t have any serious injuries even though you were hit by a car.”

There were just some bruises and a few minor fractures.

After taking a sip of water, Freya handed the glass of water back to Braxton.

“Where’s Radley?” Braxton placed the glass on the nightstand. He crossed his arms and snorted. “The hospital said they called, but he didn’t answer.”

Freya was a little confused. “Who’s that?”

She thought for a moment. “Was he the one who brought me to the hospital today?”

Now Braxton was confused. “Huh?”

It took a while for him to regain his senses. “What do you mean? You don’t know who Radley is?”

Seeing Freya shaking her head in complete puzzlement, Braxton jumped up from his chair and frantically pressed the call button beside the bed.

Ten minutes later, the doctor finished examining her. “Although there are no serious injuries to her body, there is damage to her hippocampus and a segment of her memory is lost.”

Braxton thanked the doctor and then turned to Freya.

Moments later, he blurted out, “How old are you this year?”

Freya looked confused. “23.”

Braxton was stunned. What? How can her memories go back in time?

But…

Braxton’s eyes lit up.

Now! This is the perfect opportunity for me to save my mentally-impaired little sister!

He coughed and warned her solemnly, “The Radley I mentioned earlier is a sc*mbag. Radley Monaghan. Stay away from him. As far away as possible. Do you understand?”

Freya nodded in confusion again.

…

Freya’s injuries had healed after a few days of hospital stay, and Braxton brought her back to the Kaufmann Residence.

Although she had not returned home for two years, she ran into the house with familiarity as her memories were those of two years ago.

Freya saw her mother watering the flowers in the garden. She went over and hugged her. “Mom, I’m back. Why didn’t you come to see me for the past few days?”

Sylvia Marshall already knew about her daughter’s amnesia from her son. Although she missed her, she couldn’t bring herself to meet her. Thus she had been waiting for her at home.

Until today, Freya was expected to come back. Sylvia, who didn’t want to go outside to water the flowers because of the winter cold, went to the garden early in the morning.

She watered the flowers absent-mindedly, and the servant beside her shouted, “Madam! Watch out. You’ll drown the flowers if you don’t stop watering them!”

Now, as her daughter hugged her, Sylvia’s eyes turned red at once. She patted her daughter’s head and said, “It’s because your brother didn’t tell me.”

Braxton was speechless. He was not going to take the blame for this.

“Good girl. Go in first. Your favorite dessert is already prepared for you.” Freya cheered in joy and ran into the house.

Sylvia’s gaze followed Freya’s disappearing figure, her heart heavy with a jumble of emotions. After a while, she turned to Braxton, her tone cold and stern. “Erase all of Frey’s medical records. Make sure that Radley cannot find her, and if possible, ensure that they never cross paths again in this lifetime!”

“Yes, Mom.”

Ten years ago, Dad passed away in an accident. It was Mom herself who raised and expanded the Kaufmanns’ business to regain its dignity.

Now that she was not interested in worldly affairs, Braxton almost forgot that she was a resolute and unwavering woman who had built the Kaufmanns from scratch.

With the family now complete, Braxton felt a sense of relief. Now, his little sister would no longer have anything to do with that sc*mbag.

She was once again the little princess of the Kaufmann family.

In the tall Monaghan Building…

The president’s office on the 66th floor was dead silent. The atmosphere there was so tense that it could make people suffocate.

“Do you mean you haven’t found anything after all these times?” Radley looked up at his assistant as he questioned. His tone and gaze were calm, but he was still terrifying somehow.

“Yes, Mr. Monaghan. It was… It was as if Madam had disappeared into thin air.” The assistant didn’t even dare to speak at his usual volume. He was so nervous that he sweated as he spoke.

Disappeared into thin air?

“How can a person disappear into thin air?” Radley asked, narrowing his eyes.

The assistant dared not reply. At that time, he found himself in the most helpless situation throughout his working years. He had been unable to find any information about Freya despite searching for years.

“Keep looking,” Radley ordered in a deep tone as he was feeling increasingly impatient, and the assistant wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead before he left.

On the other hand, Radley was annoyed by the news. He tugged at his tie, picked up his suit jacket, and went home.

It was just as quiet as his office in the villa. Radley vaguely remembered that the warm yellow lights would always be on in the living room whenever he returned home while a beautiful and obedient woman would be resting on the couch, waiting for him.

However, it was pitch black now.

Radley reached out and switched on the lights. He felt uneasy as the light suddenly brightened up the room, and he closed his eyes. Then, he opened his eyes and glanced at the empty room.

No one would be there waiting for him anymore… No one would be taking off his coat and preparing a table full of food.

At that moment, he pressed his hand against his heart, and that was the first time he felt such coldness in his home.

…

Meanwhile, Freya felt like she was going to bore herself to death after recuperating at home for almost half a month especially when everything she needed would be prepared and handed to her nicely.

On the other hand, Braxton had already done cleaning up. Even he couldn’t bear to see her in such a state at that time. “Why don’t you go out and have some fun?”

Freya’s eyes immediately lit up, and she made a phone call to her best friend.

Isabella Parker was surprised when she received her call. “Why did you suddenly decide to call me?”

At that moment, Freya was sitting on the rocking chair in her own garden with her feet up, soaking up the sun. “I’m calling you to hang out and have fun,” she said.

However, Isabella found it even stranger. They had been keeping in touch over the past two years, but Freya had never taken the initiative to ask her out. Her excuse would always be she wanted to stay home and cook for Radley, and she wouldn’t stop talking about him in front of Isabella.

It was driving Isabella insane.

Then, Isabella tentatively asked, “Well, where do you want to go? A bar?”

To her surprise, Freya replied without any hesitation, “Sure.”

Inside the bar, there were colorful lights flashing relentlessly.

Isabella was waiting for Freya at the entrance, and an eye-catching sports car pulled up in front of her before long. Then, a woman in black high-heels got out of the car. She lowered her sunglasses with her finger and smiled when she saw Isabella. “There you are.”

Isabella was stunned.

What was wrong with Freya today?

Wasn’t she supposed to be a dutiful wife for Radley? Yet, she was properly dressed and she looked so confident and sexy today.

“You really came out today. What about your…” Isabella couldn’t finish her sentence.

Freya shrugged as she interrupted, “My what? My brother allows me to hang out, alright. Oh, so, I want to tell you that I had a car accident that damaged my brain, and I lost two years of memories.”

“What?”

Isabella’s eyes widened as she couldn’t believe what she had heard.

No wonder.

However, she suddenly felt it was a blessing rather than a tragedy for Freya. This was a perfect opportunity for Freya to forget that sc*mbag, Radley.

It was a good thing indeed!

Isabella immediately hugged Freya by her shoulder and almost celebrated out of joy. “Let’s go, I’m really in the mood today. Let’s have some fun!”

The drum set on the stage was empty when they walked into the bar, so it was very quiet inside.

“Do you want to show what you can do?” Isabella raised her eyebrows and looked at Freya before saying, “I’ll go dance instead.”

Isabella paused for a moment before leaving. “Do you still remember how to play it?”

Then, Freya smiled as she cracked her knuckles. “Watch this.”

At that moment, Radley happened to see that scene when he stepped into the bar.

Freya, who was on the stage, had a wild and carefree look. Her thick black hair that swung with her movements along with the sunglasses on her head made her appear even more gorgeous.

She skillfully played the drum set in front of her with her red lips curled up. She exuded a proud and confident energy all over at that moment.

Radley immediately stopped when he noticed Freya.

The people next to him saw his expression turn ugly and followed his gaze. They were shocked by what they saw as well. “Oh my, isn’t that Mrs. Monaghan?”

At that time, Radley’s eyes were as dark as night. They were completely black like spilled ink. He had been looking for Freya for several days, and it was as if she had disappeared into thin air.

He never expected to see her in a place like this!