[I’ve signed the divorce papers, and they’ll be sent to you tomorrow.]

The text message displayed on Vicky Shaw’s phone screen stunned her to the core. Her eyelids fluttered under the dim, flickering light of the candle.

She lifted her head to look at the candlelight dinner on the table; the food was already cold.

Situated at the heart of the dining table was a birthday cake with two unlit candles.

This day was, in fact, her twenty-third birthday. Instead of celebrating her birthday with her, she received this ‘special’ birthday present from her husband.

Ding, ding!

The latest news headline popped out of her phone.

[Breaking news! Sheila Young, the Best Actress winner, was seen having dinner with the CEO of Hart Corporation, Tyler Hart. Are they about to rekindle their old romance?]

The headline, needless to say, left her stupefied, but she somehow found herself opening the news.

A photo of two people having dinner was revealed. The image showed a gracious, beautiful woman sitting across from a handsome, well-groomed man.

Perhaps it was the lighting of the restaurant, or maybe it was the angle of the photo…but it suggested that both people were gazing at each other affectionately.

Vicky gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her chest felt tight as though her breath was stuck in her chest.





This feeling lasted for a long time.

The winter wind was whistling outside of the house and brought scattered snowflakes to form a thick layer of snow on the ground.

Vicky put her suitcase in the trunk and drove away from the mansion.

Three years of her marriage went down the drain, all because his first love returned.

Suddenly—

Honk!

An ear-piercing car honk rang in the air, but it was too late before Vicky realized what was happening.

Another car came crashing into hers, ramming her car over, and she lost consciousness in the process.

…

A month later, in a VIP ward of a hospital.

Vicky was sitting on her bed and was going through her past posts in her Twidder account when someone came into the room.

Vicky sat upright and placed her phone on the side table. Smilingly, she looked up. “Cece, what delicious food have you brought me to…day…”

Vicky trailed off mid-sentence.

It was not who she thought had entered the room. Instead, it was a handsome man with thick eyebrows, long lashes, and appealing facial features. His dazzling, deep eyes were cold like the water





collected from the well; chilling and aloof.

He was fitted in a well-fitted bespoke suit. With a tall and slender body, he was nearly 190 centimeters tall. He looked so majestic and striking that he encompassed a powerful aura that spread throughout the room just by standing quietly.

Currently, he was glaring at her from a condescending angle with a different expression in his eyes. Even so, his glare was so sharp and fierce that people did not dare to make eye contact with him.

As Vicky carefully examined this handsome man in front of him, she warily asked, “Who…are you?”

The man curled his thin lips into an indecipherable smile as his eyes gleamed coldly, suggesting incomprehensible sarcasm.

‘”It’s fine that you want to play tricks, but risking your life in the process is just plain stupid. These are the divorce papers. I’ve signed them,” he said.

He threw the folder to the bed and turned to leave the ward.

At this moment, Vicky finally realized who this man was. It was her jerk of a husband that had not shown up even once for the past month while she was admitted to the hospital.

This was Tyler Hart.

Vicky looked at her husband’s tall, handsome figure. “I’ve lost my memory.”

Tyler stopped upon hearing this. A playful look appeared on his face. “Miss Shaw, you lost your memory again?”

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Before Vicky could ask, Tyler coldly added, “Self-torturing, loss of memory, car crash… Vicky Shaw, are these the only tricks you know to repeat?”

During this period, Vicky had more or less gotten to know about herself before the crash from her personal assistant, Cece. She also knew that she had used many stupid methods in the past to refrain Tyler from leaving her.

Nonetheless, the man’s contemptuous tone and mocking eyes had triggered Vicky to indescribable rage. It was true that she had been acting stupidly in the name of love in the past…but it was also true that Tyler was an insufferable man!

“It’ll never happen anymore,” she replied indifferently. “Don’t worry. Me losing my memory this time is not a trick that I’m using to stop you from leaving me. Once I’m discharged, we can file the divorce papers.”

Tyler’s eyes twitched as though he heard something unbelievable. His eyes darkened instantly, and he started to examine the woman in front of him.

She was a beautiful woman with exquisite, flawless facial features. Despite how pale she looked, her beauty was not diminished whatsoever.

Tyler looked at her and, with a dark tone, coldly said, “What did you just say?”

As Vicky made eye contact with him, her heart tightened inexplicably. Her memory was gone, but her instincts remained intact like she had a fear of this man that she could not explain.

Even though she lost her memory, she was roughly able to piece the story together from the news on the internet, the things Cece told her, and also her irregular diary.

Tyler had a childhood sweetheart, the first love he was about to marry before Vicky ‘snatched’ Tyler from her and became Missus Hart instead. For all the years they were married, it seemed like Tyler had always wanted to divorce her.

She, on the other hand, refused to fulfill Tyler’s wish to agree to the divorce.

Most news reported on the internet were various rumors that Tyler went out dating or seeing other women. The others were the gossip about how Vicky fought with the women Tyler had rumors with. These fights often took place during dinner parties.

She was like the wife of a wealthy husband in a soap opera that employed everything she had to get the man to marry her, while the man only offered her the name of his wife and nothing more.

She even saw the text message where Tyler proposed to divorce her, as well as the news that he had dinner with another woman on her birthday. Perhaps these were blows so powerful that led to her car crash on that day, leaving her with a severe head injury.

She was unconscious for nearly a month and only woke up a few days ago. The aftermath was losing her memory.

During her stay in the hospital, her so-called husband never once came to visit her. When he finally came today, it was because he wanted to divorce her.

How ironic. How…hilarious.

Vicky looked into Tyler’s deep eyes and said, “I agree to the divorce.”

Tyler’s eyes twitched for a moment because of the surprising answer. Nevertheless, his face fell to its usual flat expression.

He glared at her and watched her closely, wanting to see if she was lying.

It was seconds later that he replied.

“When?” said Tyler Hart.

Vicky Shaw was caught off-guard by this response before she realized what he was asking about.

She said, “We can file the papers and proceed after I’m discharged.”

“Very well,” came his simple response as he then turned to leave the ward without feeling nostalgic.

He did not even ask how her recovery was nor the reason why she was admitted to the hospital. It was as though she was not her wife but an insignificant person instead.

…

After a month, Vicky was finally allowed to be discharged from the hospital. In the early hours of a particular morning, Cece busily packed Vicky’s belongings.

“Congratulations on your discharge, Vicky! Let me treat you to a good meal today,” chirped Cece.

The joyful look on Cece’s face dispersed the gloomy feeling in Vicky’s heart and made her smile. “I should be the one treating you. Thank you for looking after me while I was here.”

Suddenly, Cece’s expression faltered. “You shouldn’t have! You saved me, you know. Without you, who knows where I’ll be after being trafficked?”

Three years ago, an unhappy Cece ran away from home when she learned that her parents forced her into an arranged marriage. At the time, she had just entered society and was too sheltered by her family.





All of her money got stolen on the first day she ran away, and she nearly got scammed into being a victim of human trafficking, too.

Luckily, Vicky noticed this and saved Cece. When she found out Cece had no place to return to, she arranged a place for her to stay and even hired her as her personal assistant. This was why Cece felt very grateful to Vicky.

Suddenly, Vicky thought of something and asked, “Is there anyone else coming to visit me other than you? Don’t I have any family or friends?”

Cece’s gaze wavered. She answered vaguely, “Maybe…they didn’t know you were involved in a car crash. After your marriage, you didn’t contact your family very often.”

The answer made Vicky wonder.

…

It was late at night, and Vicky leaned on the headrest to read her book.

Clack! Someone was opening her bedroom door. It was a peaceful night, so the sound could not be mistaken for something else.

Although the mansion had a remarkable scene and was designed by a great interior designer, she did not feel secure staying in it after having lost her memory.

She looked at the door alertly as a tall, slender, handsome man walked into the room.

Vicky asked, “Why did you come back here?”

Tyler noticed Vicky looking at him warily, and he curled his thin lips into a sarcastic smile.

“Are you trying…to play hard to get again?”

His voice was low, melodious, and clear like the water in a river. It was a beautiful voice, yet his sarcastic words created discomfort.





“Playing hard to get?” It sounded like a joke, and Vicky could not help but laugh.

“Mister Hart, I’ve forgotten everything, including the feelings I had for you. What makes you think that I’d still like you like I used to? Do you think it’s worth doing that to a husband that I’m about to divorce?”

Tyler squinted slightly. His pupils looked dark and gloomy. Thus, the way he looked at Vicky was nothing less than fierce.

Vicky felt rather intimidated by this gaze. She clasped her hands into tight fists and thought the way he looked at her was weird.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

His eyes signaled he was examining and exploring her real intention. “To confirm that you’re not pretending to lose your memory as you did in the past.”

Vicky ignored his mockery and said, “Did you come back to inform me it was time to file the divorce paper?” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Tyler looked at her for a couple of seconds before he emotionlessly said, “It’s Grandpa’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“So?” Vicky did not get what he was trying to say.

“As Missus Hart, you’re required to attend it since we’re not divorced yet,” Tyler explained.

Today was the first day Vicky was discharged from the hospital, and Senior Hart’s birthday party was tomorrow. There was just not enough time to…get a divorce.

Besides, she did not have the plan to leave the marriage with nothing. It required time to divide assets.

Vicky looked at him and asked, “Does Grandpa know that I have amnesia?”

“No,” Tyler replied.

Vicky was at a loss for words.

After a few seconds of silence, she said, “What am I going to do when I don’t know anyone at the dinner party?”

Tyler answered coldly, “That’s not my problem.”

Not wanting to talk to her anymore, he swiftly entered the bathroom.

20 minutes later, the handsome, tall man came out of the bathroom while drying his hair with a towel. Not bothering to wear a bathrobe, he merely wrapped his waist with a towel.

Water droplets dropped from his hair onto his toned body.

His figure was akin to a male model’s, and his proportions were perfect. Added into the mix was his skin as fair as a rose. He even had sexy, downright attractive eight-pack abs that would make women drool over him. It was definitely a sight to behold.

Vicky was stunned, and perhaps her gaze was too keen that Tyler stopped drying his hair and looked at her.

A few seconds later, Tyler spoke, “Have you seen enough?”

Vicky quickly regained her senses and pretended to look at other places calmly.

Tyler saw the blushes on her cheek, though. His thin lips curled into a cool and arrogant smile.

“Missus Hart, don’t you think you’re too pretentious? It’s not like you’ve never seen a man nor slept with one before. Who do you think you’re fooling with this shy expression?”

Vicky was speechless. Every word that he spoke was challenging her tolerance level. Did he truly think she was the old Vicky Hart that would disregard her dignity just because she loved him? Narcissism was a type of disorder, and he should look for treatment.

Vicky got down from the bed and walked to Tyler. She winked and said flirtatiously, “There’s no one here except you. Of course I’m showing it…to you.”

‘He hates me, doesn’t he? I’m going to gross him out today!” she sneered inwardly.

She took a few more steps forward toward Tyler and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear ambiguously, “Didn’t you say I’d try at everything to attract your attention? What? Didn’t I try this before, Honey?”

The moment she said this, Tyler grabbed her by the waist, causing her body to lurch toward him, and hoisted her into his arms, effectively catching Vicky off-guard.

When she finally regained her senses, she found herself thrown to the bed, and Tyler quickly pinned her in place with his entire body.

Vicky got the scare of her life as her pupils shrunk.

“Tyler Hart! What are you doing?”

Tyler’s handsome face sported an ambiguous smile. “What am I doing, you say? Why are you asking when you know what I want to do?”

Vicky felt tongue-tied by this response. Indeed, it was suspicious to ask such a question at a time like this. She placed her hand against his firm chest as she glared at him cautiously.

This was never the reaction she expected from Tyler, and she had to admit that she was a little flustered.

“What are you going to do to a woman that you hate and is about to be your ex-wife?”

His thin, alluring lips curled into a playful smile, yet his eyes did not match this. They looked calm and, in fact, rather aloof instead. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t tell me…you think you’re still a virgin?” he asked. He then lowered his head, bringing closer his handsome, perfect face slowly toward her.

Vicky felt like her breath was lodged in her throat, more so when his lips nearly grazed hers.

All of a sudden, he got up.

Vicky stared at Tyler in a daze as she could barely respond to the change.

“Do you really think I’ll be interested in you?” he teased.

After that, he stood up. When he was about to leave, he remembered something and stopped.





“I forgot to tell you. You were the one who took the initiative every time for the past three years, and…” Tyler paused for a moment and continued, “To stop me from sleeping in the other rooms, you’d throw away the beds in the other rooms while I’m away.”

This information surprised her. ‘Did I…actually do that?’

Tyler ignored her and entered the bathroom. Not long later, the sound of running water was heard.

By the time he was done, Vicky was already sound asleep. He looked at her face with deep, dark eyes that seemed to house a gust of emotions.

‘She’s still the same heartless woman before she has amnesia,’ he thought to himself.

…

It was 8 p.m., and Vicky, accompanied by Cece, arrived at Senior Hart’s party on time.

The banquet hall was lively and well-lit with bright lights. Guests came in luxury and formal attires. They presented themselves with elegant mannerisms and lovely smiles as they chatted with each other.

When Vicky entered the hall, the high-spirited ambiance fell flat and silent instantly. Everyone was looking at her with bizarre looks. There was disconcertment, contempt, and also a hint of disdain.

Vicky’s pupils dilated. She lowered her voice and asked, “Cece, why are these people looking at me weirdly?”

Cece shook her head. “I never attended this type of party with you before, so I don’t know the reason behind it, but the last time you attended a dinner party, you quarreled with Sheila Young and ended up

in the news. There was also one time you accidentally fell into the swimming pool and called me to bring you clean clothing. Those are the only things I knew when you attended this sort of party.

“You don’t normally talk much about your private life to me,” said Cece hesitantly.

“What I heard was you were pushed by someone when you fell into the swimming pool, but no one believed you, and there was no evidence to prove your claim, too.”

Vicky asked, “What happened then?”





“Then…it just ended,” Cece replied.

“What about Tyler? Did he do anything?”

Cece answered tactfully, “It’s said the person who pushed you is Sheila’s cousin.”

Vicky finally understood. “So he loves her and her dog.”

While they were talking, a commotion appeared at the entrance. A handsome, tall man walked in with a young and beautiful woman. The woman had perfect facial features and eyes that twinkled like the stars. She wore a black strapless evening gown that accentuated her figure, too.

Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail to display her slender white neck, which was adorned by a black pearl necklace. With the gleam from the light, the necklace shone radiantly.

The man beside her wore a tailored black suit. He was tall and strong with sharp, eminent facial features that suggested one of the best works from god. With his cool and noble comportment, he brought a powerful aura into the venue.

The handsome and beautiful duo attracted much attention that got many people talking.

“As always, Mister Hart and Miss Young look so perfect together!”

“Yeah. If Vicky Shaw didn’t use a dirty trick to become Missus Hart, Mister Hart and Miss Young would’ve been married by now.”

“I agree. Hasn’t she done enough embarrassing things over these few years? She continues to cling to being Missus Hart and refuses to divorce. So shameful…”

“Shh…lower your voice. She’s here too. I just saw her!”

“What are you afraid of? Her family’s good days were over a long time ago. She’s no longer the young miss in the limelight. Yes, she’s married to Tyler Hart, but he doesn’t like her. Other than being called Missus Hart, she has nothing! How dare she be arrogant like before?”

Those comments reached Vicky’s ears.

Cece, worried that Vicky would be saddened by all this talk, comforted her and said, “Don’t listen to them. They don’t know how you and Mister Hart interact privately. How dare they decide that you and Mister Hart aren’t living happily together? If both of you aren’t fond of each other, how did your marriage last this long? If Mister Hart doesn’t like you, why did he marry you in the first place?”

Although Cece had been working with Vicky, she hardly heard her share her life, especially her marriage to Tyler. Thus, Cece was not sure about the situation of their relationship.

Suddenly, a woman’s voice rang out, “Vicky, how shameless can you be? Everyone knew the real reason why Tyler married you! If Sheila didn’t spend her time healing overseas, do you think you can be Missus Hart for so long? What’s stolen remains stolen as always.

“Now that Sheila is back, I suggest you get the hell out of her, or you may end up being dumped and losing your dignity!”