Chapter 2

This was completely absurd!

I clearly remember being on my way to the graduation ceremony when I accidentally got hit by a car.

How did I wake up to find myself "threatening suicide" to divorce James?

I was absolutely certain that either I had gone crazy, or James had.

"James, wait a minute!"

Before I could finish speaking, a little boy suddenly appeared in the hospital room, running affectionately into James's arms.

Me: ???

Wow, what an adorable child! I reached out with my uninjured hand, wanting to pinch his chubby cheeks, but he suddenly seemed scared and hid in James's arms.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry. Auntie just thought you were too cute and couldn't help herself."

James looked at me with some dissatisfaction. It was then that I remembered I had called him to wait but hadn't said anything important yet.

"James, although this might sound unbelievable, I have no memory of anything you're talking about. I only remember being on my way to the graduation ceremony..."

Before I could finish, James impatiently interrupted me.

"So, are you trying to say that you've lost your memory now?"

Memory loss?

Yes, that's right. Memory loss is the only explanation for why I have no recollection of any of this.

I nodded vigorously and sincerely.

James's ice-cold face looked at me as he took out a document from his bag and threw it in front of me.

"This is the divorce agreement. All the terms are written according to your requests. If you have no objections, just sign it quickly."

I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything.

The little boy in James's arms heard him mention divorce and pouted, looking upset.

"James, talking about this topic in front of someone else's child might not be good for their mental health."

"Why don't we put this matter aside for now and discuss it later?"

James snorted coldly.

"Someone else's child? Chloe, you're really playing this amnesia act well. This is our child."

...

"And when you were having dinner with another man, did you think about whether it was good for the child's mental health?"

I hadn't even processed what James said in the first sentence when the second sentence left me completely blank. I looked at the little boy in disbelief.

So not only am I married, but I also have a child?

Unfortunately, the little boy didn't pay any attention to me, burying his head in James's neck without even giving me a glance.

Too much information, not enough processing power. My brain successfully crashed.