Chapter 1The Wife They Wanted to Erase

After I lost my memory, the first thing my husband did was take down all our wedding photos from the walls.

Then he brought his mistress home, letting her live the life of Mrs. Harding.

He even lied to me, telling me I was just the housekeeper.

They flirted right in front of me, doing things only a married couple should.

But they had no idea I'd already regained my memory.

I watched everything they did, silently.

A bowl of hot porridge crashed to the floor.

The steaming contents and ceramic shards splattered everywhere.

"Ah!"

Chloe Miller, standing across from me, shrieked, instantly bringing Alex Harding rushing down from upstairs.

"What happened?"

Chloe immediately threw herself into Alex's arms, looking utterly distraught.

"She can't even hold a bowl properly, she burned my leg!"

Alex looked down at Chloe's leg, then frowned as he glared at me.

"You're so useless, you can't even manage this one simple thing..."

But he froze when he saw the blood oozing from my leg, where the ceramic shards had cut me.

"Are… are you okay?"

I swallowed the lump of bitterness in my throat, struggling to push out two words.

"I'm fine."

Alex sighed, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Wait here, I'll get the first-aid kit."

Just as Alex was about to leave, Chloe suddenly swayed, a delicate stumble.

Alex immediately caught her, his eyes filled with concern.

"Alex, I think I twisted my ankle. Can you take me to the hospital, please?"

Alex looked conflicted for a moment.

Chloe's brow furrowed slightly, and her lips pouted. She pleaded with him in a sweet, coaxing voice.

"I got burned by that hot porridge; it would be awful if it left a scar!"

"Alright, alright, you're impossible to say no to. What can I do, you're my darling little treasure."

Alex's eyes were completely filled with adoration for Chloe.

Before, I used to think Mr. Alex and Ms. Chloe were so deeply in love, a couple everyone envied.

But now, this scene pierced my heart with a searing pain.

I was Alex's wife, for heaven's sake.

Just a month ago, I'd been in a car accident and lost my memory.

I'd forgotten everything, including Alex.

Yet, because I felt an intense familiarity with Alex, I believed his lies.

"Your name is Evelyn Hart, and you're our housekeeper here at the Harding estate."

The day I returned to the Harding estate and put on the housekeeper's uniform, he led Chloe by the hand, a smile plastered on his face as he told me:

"This is Mrs. Harding."

After I respectfully addressed Chloe as "Mrs. Harding," they seemed to confirm my complete amnesia.

Coupled with the doctor's prognosis that my memory was unlikely to recover, they became absolutely shameless.

They slept in my room, on my bed, shamelessly indulging in intimacy day and night, using my jewelry, my clothes—everything that originally belonged to me.

The rose garden that once bloomed just for me in the backyard had been completely dug up.

Now, it was Chloe's private putting green.

The custom-made swing chair I'd personally installed in the front yard? During my amnesia, he'd ordered me to chop it down for firewood.

I waited on them hand and foot, becoming just another prop in their twisted games.

But today, I remembered everything.

As all my memories flooded back like a tidal wave, I couldn't hold onto the bowl of porridge I was handing to Chloe.

My eyes burned, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Alex scooped Chloe into his arms and walked out, completely disregarding the wound on my leg.

Chloe turned her head, casting a triumphant, taunting glance my way, flaunting her victory.

Over the past month, I'd experienced this countless times.

And I, like an idiot, had just stared at them with envious eyes.

It wasn't until their figures completely disappeared from my sight that my tears finally broke free. I couldn't hold them back any longer.

They streamed down my face like a broken dam, endless and relentless.