My husband fell in love with another woman after he lost his memory in a car accident.

For three years, he hadn’t touched me—until two months ago, when we were both drunk... I thought I’d finally won him back. But the next morning, He angrily accused me of drugging him and stormed out without looking back. After months of absence, he finally returned—with another woman by his side. ** “Sign this.” As soon as Jayden Brennan walks in, he throws a file onto the table in front of me. I look at the heading. ‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’. “No, Jayden, please." My hands shake as I beg him. "You loved me. You just forgot .” He looks at me like I’m something he stepped on, his face twisted with disgust. “Why can’t you just give up? You may have gotten me into bed with you once, but I won’t be slumming anytime soon again. ” Tears pour down my face. Perhaps I should just walk away. God knows I’d tried everything to get him to remember, but all he showed was contempt. “Ashlyn and I want to engaged. Sign the papers!” he roars. Behind him I notice Ashlyn with a smug look on her face. This hits me so hard I want to vomit. I stumble to the kitchen sink and barely manage to hold myself up as I heave, his words echoing in my mind, tearing me apart. When I went back to the dining room, Jayden was looking at me with disgust. “You can pretend to be sick all you want. I’m not falling for that." He shoves the pen toward me. The fury on his face almost scares me. "If you don’t sign now, I will see that you never have anything. Find some other man to scheme, I promise I won’t get in your way.” I grip the divorce papers so tight in my hands that it was creased under my fingers. He leans forward and stares at me. “I can honestly say one thing.” His voice is quiet now and my heart skips a beat in hope. I take the pen, hoping he has something nice to say as we part. “I wish I never met you.” Heartbroken and hurt, I sign the papers and leave him with “Me too.” ... THREE YEARS LATER After the divorce, my life finally began to turn around. I start a little firm and give birth to a beautiful daughter. Yes, I was pregnant when I left Jayden, but I never told him. Keeping my daughter safe and in a stable home environment is worth the sacrifice of leaving her father behind. I kiss Abby on the forehead. “Momma’s got to go, sweetie.” Today I'm accompanying my busniess partner Phillip sign a major contract with a big company. It’s a subsidiary of Brennan Industries, but there’s no way Jayden would turn up for a meeting with such a small company like mine. That is way beneath his level. Phillip has been my rock these past three years, helping grow the company. This deal means everything to him, and I’ve agreed to be there for support. Phillip fidgets, running a hand nervously through his hair. “My palms are sweating,” “Don’t worry. You got this.” I reassure him. I haven’t told him about it being a company of my ex. I don’t want him to think he won or lost the contract because of my past. “Winona, I can’t thank you enough for taking me in as a partner, I can’t believe I’m so close to the start of my dreams!” His eyes lit up and he pulled me in close to him. He smells amazing and his fit body envelopes mine. “Winona, you know how I feel about you. Can I invite you to dinner ?” I hesitate. “Well...I just want to stay friends and business partners.” He looks at me, not giving up. “But you’re attracted to me as well, I can feel it. What’s holding you back? ” I sigh. He’s right. I am attracted to him. I was just too scared of being hurt again to go there. “We have to keep it professional. Let’s get this deal signed, then maybe we can talk.” Then before I can stop him his lips are on mine. His kiss is gentle and the softness of his lips makes me hesitate before pushing him away. “It’s the wrong timing, Phillip. They’ll be here any second to discuss the deal.” “I apologize. I’m just so pumped about it and I’ve wanted to kiss you forever.” I turn around, and standing at our glass door, glaring in at me and Phillip, is Jayden Brennan himself. He devoted himself to his marriage for two years, but his wife threw a divorce agreement in front of him with her first love. Bitterly accepting the divorce, he returned as a billionaire, and his ex-wife cried and begged for reconciliation. ===== "Review this divorce agreement and sign it if all is in order." At the entrance of the Sunglow Hotel, Ashton Baldwin paused and looked at the speaker--his wife, Emalee James. Ashton managed a strained smile and gently lowered her hand that clutched the document. "Emalee, it's your grandfather, Bobby James' birthday today. There are many guests around. This isn't the time for jokes like this," he said, chuckling nervously. Ashton had faced many challenges to find a perfect gift and to arrive on time. However, his smile froze immediately after he finished speaking. A chill of coldness and repulsion in Emalee's gaze struck him, something he had never witnessed before. "This is no joke. Sign the divorce papers and leave," she declared firmly. Desperation crept into Ashton's voice as his hope dwindled. "Why? Is this about your old flame?" Upon his question, Emalee merely nodded, and then handed him a bank card. "You already know why. No more words are necessary. There's money on this card. Think of it as a settlement. Sign it, take the money, and we're done," she stated icily. Ashton's mouth twitched, but before he could respond, a mocking tone interrupted him. "Emalee! Just divorce him already. Why bother with a settlement? Does this loser even merit that?" Tristan James, Emalee's younger brother, had come over, wearing a look of contempt. Locking eyes with Ashton, Tristan raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "What are you staring at? Did I offend? Remember, the James family holds a notable reputation in Inewood. My sister, a CEO, is both skilled and stunning! And you, Ashton, have proven to be an utter nonentity. What have you contributed in these two years other than sponging off us? Do you really believe you deserve her?" He turned to look at his sister and added, "Rather than wasting money on him, Emalee, you should let me use it for a new car. At least that would be of some use!" Emalee exhaled softly, a hint of resignation in her voice. "Ashton may not have shown much capability, but we are married, after all. Just let him take this money as his compensation." These words left Ashton feeling both sad and powerless. It appeared he had merely been a substitute in Emalee's life. How could she understand that his choice to underperform was intentional? Ashton was fully capable of eclipsing others if he desired. Yet, he feared his success might revive Emalee's insecurities, reminding her of her talented first love who had once left her. Choosing to suppress his abilities, Ashton had supported Emalee, allowing her to be the one to shine. Despite his efforts to cultivate their love over two years, it was not enough to touch Emalee's heart. Now, with her first love back, she was ready to end their marriage? The absurdity of it made his heart sink. People's affections, he realized, could indeed be fleeting. "Emalee, I must ask you one final time. Are you certain you want to end our marriage?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a chill. Emalee nodded decisively. With a quiet sigh, Ashton resignedly said, "Well, thank you for rescuing me once. We're square now." As he brought up their past, Emalee's face twitched with unease. She cut him off quickly, pushing the bank card toward him. "Why mention the past now? Just take the card and go." Tristan, witnessing this exchange, could hardly contain his displeasure. "Really, Ashton? You think you deserve this money?" he scoffed, moving aggressively to intercept Ashton's hand, attempting to snatch away the card. Tristan underestimated Ashton, who, despite his frail appearance, possessed unexpected strength. He held onto the card firmly, resisting Tristan's efforts to take it. In a moment of frustration, Tristan pushed Ashton forcefully. Distracted, Ashton nearly lost his footing. He remained upright, but the cherished pocket watch his mother had given him fell to the ground and shattered--a final memento from her. Ashton froze, overwhelmed by the loss, his thoughts empty. Seizing the moment, Tristan grabbed the bank card from him. "Hauling around junk like this, it's no surprise you're destined to lose," Tristan mocked. He glanced at the broken watch and boasted, "Phillip is not only a renowned lawyer abroad but he's also committed to taking good care of my sister. He's likely to help us secure the deal with Skyline Group, something our family has long coveted. Forget my sister, Ashton. I heard you two haven't even consummated your marriage these past two years." Ashton's gaze turned frosty, and he swiftly knocked Tristan to the ground with a kick. Tristan howled in agony, curling up on the ground. Emalee, witnessing the scene, yelled out in anger, "Ashton! Remember, Tristan is my brother, and we're still married. Don't cross the line!" Ashton retorted with a sneer, clearly disillusioned, "He just destroyed the last thing my mother gave me. Isn't he the one going too far?" Stunned into silence, Emalee watched as Ashton, with a deep breath, snatched the divorce papers from her and signed his name without hesitation. "Remember this decision, Emalee. I hope you don't come to regret it," he remarked coolly. Unexpectedly, Emalee, who should have felt relieved at the separation, was seized by a wave of doubt. It was the first time she had seen such an icy glare in Ashton's eyes. Silently, she bit her lip, acknowledging the painful truth. Her successful climb to CEO was fueled by her relentless focus on her career. At home, Ashton had meticulously managed their lives, enveloping her in care and attention. Just as regret began to surface, the sound of an approaching car broke through her thoughts. The sharp honk jolted her, dispelling her moment of hesitation. Chapter 2 Her Unforgettable First Love As the horn honked, Emalee's heart skipped a beat, erasing any lingering doubts she held about divorcing Ashton. She spun around to see a new BMW X7 parked just behind her, and from it emerged a tall, commanding figure. Her face, once devoid of warmth, lit up with a smile when she recognized the man--Phillip Watson, her unforgettable first love, standing sharply dressed, his hair slicked back, gold-rimmed glasses framing his eyes. Phillip caught Emalee's gaze and returned a calm smile. Clutching a bouquet of red roses, he approached her with poised confidence. Ashton, observing from the sidelines, felt a pang of self-mockery. Emalee had never looked at him with such affection in all their time together. Tristan, spotting Phillip, beamed and hurried over. "Phillip, it's been too long. You're looking better than ever! No wonder Emalee couldn't move on from you!" He laughed heartily. Phillip acknowledged him with a nod and a smile; then his gaze shifted to Ashton, who stood quietly beside Emalee. "And who is this?" he inquired softly. "That's Ashton Baldwin," Tristan answered quickly. Phillip scrutinized Ashton, his smile fading into a look of scorn. "Ah, Ashton, I see. You seem alright. It's no wonder you managed to live off the James family for two years." He then strolled over to Ashton, casually draped an arm around Emalee's shoulders, and flashed a triumphant look. "I ought to thank you, though. Your vigilance over Emalee kept her unclaimed, but your services are no longer required. I'll take good care of Emalee from now on. Once the divorce is finalized, you should make yourself scarce, Mr. Ex-husband," he taunted, patting Ashton patronizingly. Ashton cast a sidelong glance at Emalee, who appeared unbothered by Phillip's closeness, and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Never in their two years of marriage had Emalee shown him such intimacy. Emalee, perhaps feeling uneasy, lowered her gaze and gently extracted herself from Phillip's embrace. "Let's not do this here. There are people watching," she murmured, her tone mild. Tristan couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Ashton, did you catch that? In all your years together, you never held my sister the way Phillip just did. And yet, you dare ask her to not regret leaving you? What makes you so bold?" Ashton's expression grew stern. "Only time will reveal the truth," he replied coolly. Both Tristan and Phillip scoffed at his response. Tristan taunted, "Are you stuck in the past? The idea that 'a poor young man's potential should not be underestimated' is long outdated. You couldn't dream of matching even a fraction of Phillip's achievements!" Playing the role of the peacemaker, Phillip chimed in, "Ashton, you've been nothing more than a servant in the James family for the past two years. It's been difficult, sure, but they did shelter you, right? There's no need for hard feelings now that we're settling everything. You're clearly out of your depth, so it's best you part with Emalee gracefully. Today's a significant day with many distinguished guests present--try not to make a scene." Just as Ashton was about to retort, his phone rang. Distracted, he answered and was greeted by a soft, soothing voice. "Hello, is this Mr. Ashton Baldwin?" Without waiting for his reply, the voice's owner continued, "This is Rosalie Campbell, from the Campbell family in Inewood. Your reputation in medicine precedes you. We've been trying to reach you for a while. There's a patient who needs your expertise, and we're prepared to offer a million dollars for your services." Rosalie was sure Ashton would leap at such a lucrative proposal, but his response was unexpectedly dismissive. "I'm sorry, but please find someone else," Ashton said tersely, and ended the call. His mind was too clouded with current events to consider anything else. Chapter 3 Utter Disappointment Rosalie was stunned by how swiftly Ashton had dismissed her offer, without a hint of negotiation before he hung up. She was at a loss as to what to do. As the eldest Campbell daughter, cherished by all, she had never encountered such blunt rejection. Yet, motivated by thoughts of her ailing sister, Rosalie was determined not to give up. She bit her lip and swiftly dialed another number. "I need Ashton Baldwin's exact location within ten minutes. What? He's at the Sunglow Hotel for Bobby James' birthday? Quickly, prepare a thoughtful gift for Ashton, no matter the cost. We need to demonstrate our sincerity to him. Ensure he doesn't leave. I'll personally go and invite him here," she instructed, and then ended the call. As Ashton set his phone down, his face clouded with concern. It was clear that someone had disclosed his private details, and the caller was surprisingly familiar with one of his concealed identities. Nearby, Phillip and Tristan misread his troubled look. Tristan jeered, "What's with the long face, Ashton? Are you hunting for jobs? Did you just reject an offer?" "My personal matters are none of your concern," Ashton responded, his tone icy. Phillip, smirking arrogantly, chimed in, "Did they offer you too little? You should have just asked me for a job. Since you've looked after Emalee for two years, I can get you a job. You could be our security guard or driver. That way, you'd see how well we get along every day. Given that you and Emalee were hardly close during your marriage, it might at least make you feel included." Phillip's words dripped with condescension as he reveled in his own sense of superiority. Ashton scoffed, "I don't need a job from you, and you certainly can't afford what I'd require." Phillip and Tristan burst into prolonged laughter. Phillip, with a smirk, challenged Ashton. "Oh, you think we can't pay you? How about five thousand a month? Have you ever earned that much? Or perhaps you're holding out for a million-dollar annual salary? Do you think you deserve it?" Despite their biting ridicule, Ashton dismissed them, choosing not to mention the recent million-dollar offer he had received to treat a patient. Emalee, who had remained quiet, now showed a hint of concern. "Ashton, why create more problems? I thought you were humble and grounded. Clearly, I was mistaken. You've shown nothing but failure and arrogance. Phillip extended a job offer, and this is how you respond? You disappoint me," she criticized. Ashton, his resolve hardening, responded, "Emalee, that's quite an assessment. You think Phillip is doing me a favor? That I should be grateful? You're disappointed in me? Frankly, my disappointment in you is even greater." Emalee's anger flared, but she found herself speechless. In a burst of fury, she exclaimed, "Ashton! We're divorced. You shouldn't be here. Leave now!" Ashton shook his head, his voice steady. "My faith in the James family has completely vanished. I'm only here to extend my birthday wishes to Bobby. Nothing more." Chapter 4 A Parasite As evening fell, most of the guests invited by the James family had gathered. The turmoil outside the Sunglow Hotel drew numerous glances, leaving Emalee both irate and mortified. She lamented her decision--not the divorce itself, but the timing she chose based on Phillip's suggestion. The risk was significant. A misstep from Ashton could spoil Bobby's birthday banquet and tarnish the James family's esteemed reputation. Thankfully, Emalee's fears did not materialize. After the exchange, Ashton bent down quietly to retrieve the fragments of his broken pocket watch without causing any more commotion. During this subdued moment, Miriam James, Emalee's mother, burst from the banquet hall. The greedy woman had been thrilled by news of Phillip's return from overseas to get back together with Emalee and his confidence in helping them secure a lucrative deal with the Skyline Group. Upon being informed of Phillip's arrival, she abandoned her current task and hurried toward him, her face lit with expectation. "Phillip! It's been ages! Do you remember me?" she greeted warmly as she approached. Phillip, catching Miriam's enthusiasm, quickly softened his expression, replacing any sarcasm with warmth. "Absolutely, Miriam. You've always treated me well. How could I forget?" His gentle words broadened Miriam's smile. Their exchange buoyed the spirits of the James family members around them, their faces alight with visions of a prosperous future. Miriam couldn't help but boast, "Look everyone! Phillip, a distinguished lawyer back from overseas, full of talent and promise--exactly what a son-in-law for the James family should embody!" Inspired by Miriam's words, the other family members converged on Phillip, lavishing him with accolades. Amid this jubilant scene, Ashton stood to the side, his presence markedly out of sync. He watched quietly, his expression reflecting a tumult of thoughts and emotions. As Ashton placed his mother's keepsake into his pocket, his lips twisted into a bitter, almost scornful smile. Miriam caught sight of this change in his demeanor, and her expression immediately shifted from warmth to disapproval. "You there!" she snapped. "Tristan mentioned you've signed the divorce papers. Why are you still here?" Her words cut deep, causing Ashton a sharp pang of pain, but he maintained his composure. He inhaled deeply and explained, "Yes, I signed them. But I wished to celebrate Bobby's birthday just once more. He's treated me well over these past two years, and I owe him my respects." Miriam scoffed at his words, her tone derisive. "You're just finding excuses to linger around our family! Enough with your pretenses. The James family has no room for a parasite like you!" Ashton fought to keep his calm, not wishing to disrupt Bobby's celebration. Yet, Miriam's harsh words chilled him further. He responded with strained patience, "Miriam, don't you think you're being overly harsh?" Miriam sneered back, saying, "Harsh? I'm merely stating the obvious. What have you ever provided? Can you purchase a house for Tristan or secure major business deals for Emalee like Phillip can? He does these effortlessly. We need a son-in-law who contributes, not a useless nobody like you. It's time for you to leave and spare us any more embarrassment!" As Miriam's biting comments continued, Ashton was overwhelmed with anger and disbelief at the true nature of the family he had married into. His frustration was nearing a breaking point when a stern voice echoed from the banquet hall. "Miriam, what's going on here? Why are you trying to drive Ashton away? Do you want to spoil my birthday?" Bobby's authoritative voice carried across the room. Everyone's attention shifted as Bobby, supporting himself with a cane, made his way out of the banquet hall. His expression was severe, and his sharp gaze fixed on Miriam and the others. Miriam, realizing Bobby was intervening, quickly bowed her head, rendered speechless by fear. She knew the depth of Bobby's regard for Ashton and understood that upsetting him today could lead to severe repercussions. With Miriam momentarily silenced, Bobby approached Ashton. His stern look melted into a gentle smile, and his eyes warmed as he reached out, patting Ashton on the shoulder. "I'm glad you're here, Ashton. If there's anything bothering you, just let me know. I'm here to support you," he reassured him warmly. Chapter 5 Dedication As Bobby continued to show kindness, Ashton felt a genuine warmth in his heart. Bobby had been the only source of warmth Ashton had experienced in the James family household for the last two years. Slowly, his anger ebbed away. No matter what, Ashton swore not to let anything spoil Bobby's birthday celebration. With a faint smile, Ashton said, "It's nothing, Bobby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." Bobby's keen gaze softened into a kind smile. "Good, my boy. Since you're here to celebrate, let's get the party started. Come on in." Bobby took Ashton by the hand and led him toward the banquet hall. Not wanting to be outdone, Phillip hurriedly followed the others into the banquet hall. With Bobby seated at the head of the table, the birthday banquet officially began. As all eyes were on Bobby, Phillip saw his opportunity. He stood and confidently approached the older man. When Bobby, who was in good spirits, saw Phillip approaching, his smile dimmed. "Phillip, long time no see!" Bobby greeted with a smile not quite reaching his eyes. Phillip had almost married Emalee but had fled abroad at the last minute. The wedding invitations had been sent, and the James family had narrowly avoided becoming the town's gossip. Fortunately, Ashton, indebted to Emalee for saving his life, had stepped in to marry her, preserving the family's dignity. Phillip was aware Bobby still held some resentment over what happened two years ago. With a forced smile, he began, "I apologize for what happened two years ago. I'll clear up that misunderstanding soon. But today, I'm here to celebrate. Happy birthday, Bobby. " Just then, a giant birthday cake was wheeled into the banquet hall by several waiters. At last, Bobby's birthday celebration began. Emalee felt a growing sense of unease. She and Phillip had hoped he would make a favorable impression on her grandfather during the party. But things were going in the opposite direction. Not only was Bobby cold toward Phillip, but he also showed a clear preference for Ashton in front of everyone. If this continued, Bobby would undoubtedly disapprove of her relationship with Phillip. This was not what she wanted. At that moment, Emalee spotted a piano tucked away in the corner of the banquet hall. Her eyes lit up, and she stood up. "Grandpa, Phillip isn't just an elite lawyer. He's also quite the musician. There's a piano over there. Phillip, would you play a piece for my grandpa?" Bobby's expression briefly showed irritation. But since it was his granddaughter making the request, he nodded in agreement. Phillip seized the moment to shine. With a confident smile, he rose and said, "I'd be honored to play for Bobby. I'll perform 'The Dance of Flowers'. It's a piece that mirrors the fleeting beauty of life, much like the passage of time." With a flourish, he approached the piano, casually pressing on a few keys, and then began to play. The hall fell silent, filled only with the melodic sounds of the piano. As the last chord resonated, applause filled the hall. The James family members clapped with particular enthusiasm. The guests, aware of Phillip and Emalee's close relationship, joined in with their praises. Overjoyed by the applause, Emalee approached Bobby and beamed. "Grandpa, see how dedicated Phillip is? He prepared a special gift for you and even played the piano. Can't we put the past behind us?" Before Bobby could reply, Ashton let out a soft chuckle and sarcastically remarked, "He made several errors in a piece that's often used for beginners' practice. You call that dedication?" His words cut through the applause, bringing a sudden quiet to the banquet hall. Phillip, who had been reveling in the accolades, flushed with anger at Ashton's critique. He stood abruptly, pointed at Ashton, and challenged loudly, "If you think you can do better, why don't you come up here and show us? If not, then keep your criticisms to yourself and your mouth sh*t!" "Seems like you're eager for me to embarrass you?" Ashton said with a smirk before confidently approaching the piano. ...... ==== For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities, each persona impressive enough to stun the world. What happens next? 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