My Husband Prayed for My Death After I Remembered Everything

Chapter 2 The Glass Between Us

Because of my request, Ethan did not disclose a single word to Adrian.

Adrian looked at the diagnosis report, which was unchanged from before, his expression unreadable.

Evelyn forced a smile. "Adrian, my exhibition will be held in Seaport City next time. Will you come?"

Over the past five years, she had invited him many times. But Adrian always missed them because of my sudden medical emergencies.

Adrian turned and instructed the driver to make sure I was sent home safely.

"Your exhibition isn't even over today. Why wait for next time? I can't keep letting you down again and again."

His initiative felt like a signal. I clearly saw the surprise bloom in Evelyn's eyes.

Something hollowed out in my chest. A cold autumn wind slipped through the gap, seeping in with an inexplicable chill that made me shiver.

On the way home, I sat quietly, watching the sunset river view pass by the window. Even the LEGO blocks I usually treasured were left untouched.

The housekeeper Agnes and driver James exchanged glances. Even though I was cognitively impaired, my possessiveness toward Adrian had always been intense, almost as if I had marked him as mine.

Yet now, seeing Adrian leave with someone else, I had no emotional outburst at all.

Agnes asked cautiously, "Claire, do you want some sweet pudding tonight?"

Sweet pudding had always been my favorite. It appeared almost every day on the dining table.

But after I was brought back five years ago, I never mentioned it again. "I want it."

"You… you remembered?"

I chose to lie. "I just… feel that whatever Agnes makes must be the best sweet pudding in the world."

She almost laughed through tears, relieved at my apparent improvement. "Alright, alright. I'll make it for you tomorrow."

Everyone in this house had their own things to do. So I quietly went back to my room to pack my things.

But unexpectedly, I found a divorce certificate in the drawer.

Only then did I vaguely recall that in my third year of cognitive impairment, Evelyn had tricked me with a chocolate cake into going to the civil registry office to sign the divorce papers.

Legally, we were no longer husband and wife.

That year, Adrian had rarely lost his temper at her. But in the end, he calmed down under Evelyn's crying.

"Adrian, can you think about Lila for once? If people find out she has a mother who can't even wipe her own saliva, Lila's upbringing will be severely affected. Since Claire was willing to sacrifice herself for the child back then, what's wrong with sacrificing a little more now?"

I never knew whether Adrian finally gave in to protect his daughter or because he genuinely thought I was shameful. Maybe both.

That night, after the divorce was finalized, Adrian held me and said "I'm sorry" over and over again. But all I ever received was an apology.

I quietly took the copy of the divorce certificate that belonged to me. Only then did I realize that without a phone or any cash, I couldn't even buy a ticket home.

Suddenly, Lila screamed. "Are you stealing something?"

Startled, I accidentally knocked over a ceramic cup beside me. She glared at me fiercely.

"Pay for it! This is the birthday gift made by Evelyn and Dad together for me. Pay for it now."

Together? I lowered my head. The broken shards in my hands suddenly felt unbearably sharp.

No wonder Lila, who never liked drinking water, had been protecting this cup every day lately.

The words "I'm sorry" reached my lips, but my mouth trembled, and nothing came out.

I let her rush at me, her fists landing on my body. I crouched on the floor and asked in a very low voice, "Do you really like Evelyn that much? Why?"

I carried her for ten months. I destroyed my mind to save her and spent five years like this because of her.

She had even grown up partly by my side. So why did she hate me so much?