Chapter 3

She was also the sole eyewitness at the scene of the accident.

This was why Gaylen, blatantly disregarding the law, was completely biased in her favor.

Yet, everyone else thought Gaylen was upholding justice.

It was bitterly ironic.

I knew that after his amnesia, Gaylen utterly detested me, believing I had deceived him years ago. He had tried every possible means to force me to divorce him, wanting me to let him be with Serena.

I never agreed to sign the divorce papers because I still held onto a sliver of hope.

Maybe one day, he would regain his memory.

But I never imagined Gaylen would go to such extremes for Serena!

When I was accused of the crime, I explained countless times to Gaylen that I was innocent, that Serena was the real killer.

All the evidence pointing to me was fabricated by Serena herself.

Of course, Gaylen didn't believe me.

He threw a pre-drafted divorce agreement at me, sneering, "Avery Shaw, I warned you to let go, but you wouldn't listen. You just had to stand in the way of me and Serena."

"Now look what you've done, committing such a disgusting act."

"Don't worry, I won't show you an ounce of mercy."

He was true to his word.

In court, the moment Gaylen brought down the gavel, my heart turned to ash.

The last words I left for him in this world were—

"I accept the verdict."

I watched, helpless, as Gaylen deliberately stepped on my trophies, crushing them further.

"Cars, cars, cars. All day, she obsessed over her worthless cars. It wasn't enough that she ruined my life back then, now she's even involved in a hit-and-run."

"Have Mrs. Davis clean up these broken pieces tomorrow."

He looked around, his eyes filled with profound disgust.

"This house really needs a deep clean."

"Being married to a person like her is the greatest stain on my life, my eternal shame."

The next day, Mrs. Davis arrived with her team.

Gaylen coldly instructed, "Throw away all the contaminated junk Avery Shaw left behind!"

My clothes, my shoes, my used cups and towels…

Everything I owned, he treated as trash.

Until he found an old, yellowed journal in the study.

Because it was with my things, he initially intended to throw it away too.

His eyes inadvertently fell upon the name written on it – his own.

Gaylen paused, picked up the journal, and hesitantly opened the first page.

From outside the study, Serena's voice called out, "Gaylen, aren't you done yet?"

"...I'll be right there!"

Hearing Serena's impatient call, Gaylen didn't bother to read further, casually tossing the journal back into the drawer.

He had only taken a fleeting glance, not clearly seeing the content.

After having all my belongings packed up and discarded, Gaylen and Serena went to the supermarket together.

Like a newlywed couple, they began to furnish their home.

Serena pushed the cart ahead.

Gaylen walked beside her, his arm linked through hers. As they walked, he suddenly frowned.

Perhaps, this scene felt strangely familiar to him.

We used to be like this, walking hand-in-hand through the supermarket.

I would always fill our cart with all his favorite foods.

Then, Gaylen would lean in close, kiss me, and sweetly tease, "You're so good to me, my love."

This supermarket was the closest to our neighborhood. Whenever we passed by after work, if we had time, we would always stop in.

But after that accident, Gaylen no longer wanted to go grocery shopping with me.

Serena turned around and saw Gaylen clutching his forehead, his face showing a hint of pain.

She quickly asked, "Gaylen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of... that person."

Gaylen pursed his lips.

"I wonder if she's learned her lesson in prison."

"Never mind. Since she wants me to visit her so badly."

"If I ever have time, I might begrudgingly go for a conjugal visit. I'm not that heartless, you know."

The tone Gaylen used when he said that…

It was as if he was granting me a great favor, his eyes and brow radiating self-satisfaction.

I wondered if he'd still be smiling when that day came.