He Faked Amnesia for His First Love; I Never Look Back

Chapter 2

Vincent Harris was the infamous Mafia boss, and he'd also been my childhood best friend. The day before I married Richard, we made a bet.

He bet that Richard and I would never make it to the end. If I lost, I'd marry him instead.

I never imagined I'd lose. So I agreed without a second thought. Who would've guessed that only three years later, Richard would make me lose so completely.

After hanging up, I returned to the house Richard and I had shared for the past three years.

There was still one week before our divorce would be finalized. That gave me exactly one week to pack up everything that belonged to me.

As I was emptying the closet, I heard the front door unlock.

Richard walked in. Lydia followed close behind him, looking smug.

"Sharon, you're packing?"

Lydia walked over and wrapped an arm around mine as if we were best friends. On purpose, she tilted her head just enough to expose the fresh hickeys covering her neck.

The marks were dark, still fresh.

I almost laughed. So even the car accident had been fake. Richard had been with Lydia this whole time.

When she saw I wasn't reacting, the smile on her face stiffened.

"Sharon, even though I'll be the lady of this house from now on, you're welcome to stay. You can always use the guest room."

I looked at her. "Miss Walker, let me remind you of something. Until the divorce is finalized, I'm still the lady of this house. As for you, you're just the other woman sleeping with someone else's husband."

Lydia's face instantly turned pale.

Richard strode over and grabbed my wrist, anger flashing across his face.

"Lydia is innocent. She didn't mean anything by it. Watch your mouth and apologize."

"Richard," Lydia said softly, tugging on his sleeve. "Sharon probably still hates me for taking you away from her. If my being here upsets her, I'll just stay in the guest room."

She turned as if she were about to leave. The next second, she let out a startled cry.

Richard immediately pulled her into his arms. "You're my future wife. You're the lady of this house. This room belongs to you. You don't have to care whether anyone else likes it or not."

Then he looked at me. "Since the divorce is already in process, it's not appropriate for you to stay in this room anymore. Move into the guest room. Before we get back, pack up your things."

With that, he carried Lydia out of the bedroom.

Silence settled over the room once again. I let out a bitter laugh. One by one, I took every piece of clothing from the closet and threw it into the trash.

Everything that belonged to me in this house needed to disappear completely.

After wiping away the very last trace of my existence, I slipped my wedding ring off my finger and tossed it out the window.

The thing that had shackled me for more than forty years in my last life was finally gone.

Just like my love for Richard.

I picked up my luggage and headed for the door. Before I could leave, Richard stopped me.

"Where are you going?"

He grabbed my wrist. "We're not divorced yet. You can't leave."