Chapter 1

My son, Andy, and I were on our way to confront my husband about his affair when we got into a car accident and lost our memories.

Meanwhile, Steve, my husband and a psychologist, prioritized caring for his depressed first love, Olivia, and her daughter, Chloe, traveling the world with them.

When Andy and I finally regained our memories, Steve was surprised to find us quiet, sensible, and incredibly independent.

At first, he was pleased, believing he had perfectly balanced everything.

That was until Christmas, when he went to celebrate with Olivia and Chloe again, only to overhear Andy and me talking outside the door.

“Mom, is that man really my dad? Every time I call him ‘Dad,’ it just feels weird.”

I nodded. “I think it’s strange too. He doesn’t seem like my type at all. How did I even end up marrying him?”

Andy cleverly chimed in, “Mom, your type is Mr. Anderson, my teacher, right? Every time after school, his ears turn bright red when he sees you, and he always finds excuses to drive us home… I think you’ve got a real shot!”

Before I could answer, my face flushed, Andy leaned closer to my ear. He whispered what he thought was a quiet suggestion, loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear:

“Mom, how about… we just get a new dad?”