My Boyfriend’s Cheating Was Said to Cure My Amnesia

Chapter 3 Leaving Him

I never saw the girl in the black dress again, and Adrian had already moved on to another woman who was older, soft, and alluring.

When she looked at me, there was a strange kind of pity in her eyes. "So this is what a kept woman looks like."

Rumors had been spreading that Adrian was keeping a woman hidden away. But every time they saw me, they were disappointed. Because I looked nothing like the mysterious beauty they had imagined.

So it was time for me to leave. The money Marry gave me was more than enough to get out of this city. Adrian had no interest in me anymore, which made it easier to escape.

As my memories returned, I recalled a distant relative, my aunt Eleanor Hart, whom my brother used to take me to visit during the holidays.

Fortunately, the Westbrook Care Center she ran hadn't changed its name. It wasn't hard to find her online.

"If possible, I'd like the simplest job you have."

Her tone was calm. "Come first. We'll talk when you get here."

A bird with broken wings had finally found another place to land. I let out a long breath and looked down from the window. Adrian was in the tea room on the first floor, feeding her a slice of cake.

It was chestnut, my favorite, and he had been unusually free lately, free enough to stage this performance in front of me every day just to make sure I gave up.

This time, I was giving him exactly what he wanted. He should be grateful.

I turned back and looked around the bedroom, but nothing in it belonged to me, which meant I wouldn't have to pack.

But on the night before I planned to leave, Adrian seemed to sense something. He came back drunk. Familiar with the room, he climbed onto my bed without hesitation.

"What am I supposed to do with you?"

He took my hand and pressed it against his face, rubbing against my palm in a soft, almost pleading gesture.

"Lillian, once you remember everything, you won't feel this way anymore."

His breath, warm with alcohol, brushed against my neck as he leaned down. What he intended was obvious.

But I had heard that truly drunk people couldn't follow through. So I gave him a light push.

Adrian collapsed onto the bed, the confusion in his eyes slowly fading into sleep.

I looked at the hand resting on my waist, and the ring he had once rejected now felt painfully out of place, which made me wonder why he would pretend otherwise now.

I slipped it off and put it into my pocket. The scent of perfume on him made me nauseous.

If he had never loved me from the beginning, how had he managed to fake tenderness for two whole years?

I couldn't stay any longer. Maybe it was better to leave earlier than planned. I quietly got dressed and, with Marry's silent approval, slipped out of the villa.

When I passed by the lake, the ring in my pocket suddenly felt heavy. I threw it in with all my strength.

It hit the surface without a ripple, and if my brother were here, he would have mocked me, because this vague, undefined affection deserved to be laughed at.

I had once chased Adrian across cities, taking late-night flights just like tonight. This time, the timing was perfect. It almost felt like fate was helping me.

As I looked out at the night beyond the window, the past two years replayed in my mind. In the end, I still had to thank Adrian.

At least he had taught me that love could not be fulfilled by one person alone. At least he had comforted the helpless version of me, lost and alone after losing my memory.

But all of that was in the past now.

'Lillian, Adrian does not love you. Clinging alone only leads to a dead heart. In the end... you owe each other nothing anymore.'