Chapter 2The Husband Reset

The "home" Alex referred to wasn't the house we lived in now.

He went back to the old Sterling estate. Since his keys didn't work, he climbed over the fence.

He almost got caught as a burglar.

Luckily, the security guards had good eyesight. He was unharmed, but he woke up his elderly parents.

"You brat, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Digging up ancestors' graves?"

"Honey, you forgot. Our son is supposed to be in the hospital. He had an accident and lost his memory. He probably doesn't remember his own house."

"Oh right. Now that you mention it... You brat, forgetting even Alice? You've got some nerve."

Alex's dad grabbed a feather duster and aimed for his legs.

Maybe twenty-nine-year-old Alex wouldn't dodge.

But nineteen-year-old Alex knew exactly how to evade his father's wrath.

He sprinted upstairs to his room and slammed the door.

"What Alice? You guys arranging another engagement? When I was nineteen you tried to sell me off to some rich lady, remember? Can't believe you're still doing this when I'm twenty-nine."

His dad shouted from the stairwell, "Ungrateful brat! I wish you wouldn't waste Alice's time!"

Alex sneered from behind the door. "Fine by me."

That night.

My best friend, Sarah, came over to keep me company and vent on my behalf.

"Why don't you just confront him? I bet he's faking it!"

"Let's go to the estate right now, bag him, and beat him up!"

I couldn't say I wasn't angry.

My husband stays out all night, claims he's definitely single, and acts like marrying me is a fate worse than death.

"But seriously, what if he never remembers? Are you two just going to be stuck like this?"

"If he really doesn't remember, then we bag him and lock him in the house."