Chapter 3

It took me a whole day to sort out the situation in my head.

It seems I really have lost my memory.

I'm still me, and James is still James.

The only difference is that we're married now, and we have a baby.

But the divorce agreement on the hospital bed silently conveyed another piece of information: our marriage was clearly in trouble.

The problem is, did I have an affair?

No, but is that even possible? Would I cheat on someone like James, who has both looks and brains, with another man?

Did I lose my mind?

So, where exactly did the problem occur? How can I get my memory back?

I scratched my head in frustration, my mind completely blank, feeling extremely anxious and uneasy.

"Mommy."

There was a knock on the door. I looked up and saw the door open slightly, revealing the cute face of the little boy peeking in shyly.

"Daddy said to remember to disinfect your hand. Here's the disinfectant for you to use."

His small hands were tightly gripping a bottle of iodine.

I reached out to him, gesturing for him to come in.

"Mommy's hand hurts a little. Can you bring it over for me?"

The boy looked at me, his expression hesitant and uncertain, but he finally nodded and ran to my side, placing the iodine on my bedside table.

I picked him up with my other hand and sat him on my lap. I carefully examined his features. His eyes were like mine, round and big and bright. His nose was like James's, very high and straight. His face was like James's, a perfect oval shape, very handsome.

This is my son with James.

I couldn't help myself and hugged him tightly, then planted a big kiss on his cheek. The boy smelled like milk, and I simply couldn't let go.

When I looked up, I saw the boy's face had turned bright red.

He stiffened in my arms for two seconds, then wrapped his little arms around my neck and hugged me back tightly.

He rested on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, you smell nice."

This is simply the cutest thing in the world!

I was basking in the joy of being complimented by my baby when the door opened.

James's familiar figure appeared at the doorway, walking towards us.

"Daddy!"

The boy in my arms immediately ran to James, stretching out his arms waiting for James to pick him up.

James had clearly just taken a shower, wearing casual home clothes that made him look sexy and relaxed.

His hair fell naturally on his forehead, with some water droplets sliding down his neck into his collar.

I swallowed hard. Male beauty is truly tempting.

As he got closer to me, my heart started beating more intensely.

However, when James spoke, he instantly extinguished my excitement.

"Miss Chloe, don't you think it's a bit late to start being nice to Coco now?"

"I didn't, I..."

I wanted to explain, but as soon as I saw James's cold expression, I knew he wouldn't believe anything I said.

In the end, I chose to remain silent.

"Forget it, you carry on. I'm leaving."

I walked out of the study. Coco peeked out from James's neck and glanced at me. Seeing how close he was with James, my heart filled with a sour feeling.

What's the point of having a husband and child if my husband doesn't love me and wants a divorce, and even the child is closer to his father?

I started to overthink. If that's the case, why did we choose to get married in the first place, and why did we have a child?

Outside on the balcony, a full moon hung high in the sky. The night breeze blew in, completely messing up my emotions.

Nothing has changed.

It seems only I have changed.