I don't want to remember anyone

chapter 5

Frank's health was never robust to begin with, and after being flung aside, he panted heavily on the side.

Yet, he still glared at me indignantly.

"Emma, how could you let him parade another woman in broad daylight? Have you lost your mind?"

Johnson stood there, his tall frame looming as if savoring the spectacle, watching us.

I felt utterly embarrassed, with nowhere to hide.

According to my old temperament, I would have slapped him without a second thought.

Johnson's eyes were filled with doubt: "Emma, didn't you tell him our marriage is over?"

I simply walked over to Frank, gently steadied him, and whispered,

"Let's go, I have something to tell you."

Frank looked at me in surprise, then at Johnson.

In the end, he grabbed my wrist.

"Alright, let's go."

"Divorced?"

That day, I ultimately revealed the truth to Frank.

As we parted, I asked him to keep it a secret, not wanting the news to reach Belinda and affect her pregnancy.

Frank suggested we grab a meal together.

At the hotpot restaurant, he piled my bowl high with meatballs, saying he remembered I loved them as a child.

"Our boss wishes to see you," said two men who appeared before me.

I furrowed my brow.

"I have nothing more to discuss with him."

"What if he insists on seeing you today?"

I turned my head, not wanting to engage.

In a public place with so many people around, no matter how forceful they were, they couldn't do anything.

"It's actually his mother who wishes to see you. She's been waiting for you."

My lips trembled slightly.

During the divorce, I didn't get to say goodbye to the elders and left with my suitcase.

Johnson always despised me, but his mother had always supported me, despite it being partly due to the deep friendship between her and my mother.

Still, I should pay my respects to the elders.

But when I arrived, I got out and stood alone in front of the door, only to find Johnson there.

"Where's your mother?" I approached the door.

The person standing with their back to me slowly turned around.

He looked at me, but remained silent.

I glanced at the wall clock; it was already pointing to midnight.

"She has already gone to bed? I'll come again tomorrow," I said, turning to leave.

The next second, his assistant stopped me.

"It's late. You should stay here for the night; the room is ready."

I was stunned, looking back at the man.

What did this mean?

"He made himself clear, you're staying the night," he said.

He was always domineering, his gaze conveying an unquestionable command.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to keep me here against my will? I've already got the divorce certificate, and the assets have been divided. Do you want to control me now?"

My words seemed to leave Johnson momentarily speechless.

This took me by surprise.

"If you think you can leave, go ahead and try," he said simply, then turned and left.

I stamped my foot in anger.

"Johnson, you've gone mad."

Early in the morning, I sat on a stone bench, handfuls of fish bait in my grasp, casting them into the pond.

"Up so early?"

The sound of footsteps approached, but I didn't turn around, recognizing Johnson's voice.

Why was he so idle this morning?

He had already come to stand beside me, his gaze profound.

"How could I sleep in someone else's bed?"

After scattering some fish food, I turned to leave, intending to find Johnson’s mother..

This place, once considered my home, now had no actual connection to me.

But as I navigated past the artificial hills to the main house, I found silence.

"Is she still not up?"

"Ma'am has gone for a trip and hasn't returned yet."

I stood there, stunned, then spun around abruptly.

Johnson had followed, standing at the foot of the steps.

His lips pressed into a tight line, he watched me in silence.

A hint of guilt stirred within me, but anger surged stronger.

"Johnson, is it fun to deceive people?" I strode down the steps, ready to leave.

But as we brushed past each other, he seized my wrist.

"Emma, my company's 30th-anniversary celebration requires your presence with me."

I could hardly believe my ears.

"You can't leave now."

"Do you even understand what you're saying?"

Ignoring him, I pulled my hand free, preparing to depart.

Yet, a splitting headache overwhelmed me.

A rush of hot blood surged to my throat, and I vomited, staining the flagstones red.