"Let's divorce," Charlotte Smith said in a surprisingly calm tone while lying on the hospital bed.

Benjamin Jones sneered at Charlotte, looking down at her with a questioning and mocking gaze. "What trick are you trying to play again?"

Charlotte looked up at him and said, "I'm serious."

"I lost my memory. I don't remember what happened before."

Benjamin smirked. "You lost your memory again? Memory loss, faking illness... besides these, what else can you do?"

Again?

Charlotte pondered over his words. It seemed that she had indeed done a lot of foolish things in the past.

But this time, she was telling the truth. She did lose her memory.

After the car accident, she was in a coma for a month, and when she woke up, she could not remember anything.

She found out about what had happened between her and Benjamin through the news, her diary, and her assistant, Emma.

She found it rather funny. How her past was a complete mess.

Benjamin had a childhood sweetheart whom he was about to be engaged to, but she had gotten in between them. His childhood sweetheart went abroad, while she became Mrs. Jones, whom everyone envied.

Forced marriages were naturally not happy ones.

Benjamin had been eager for a divorce, and she had relentlessly stuck by his side for three years, refusing to do so and even resorting to cunning schemes.

As a result, Benjamin grew more and more disgusted with her, and he was never home while tabloids filled the media.

A month ago, it was her birthday.

On her way to Benjamin, she saw paparazzi news revealing that he was dining with a beautiful woman.

That woman was Amelia Warren, the one who had gone abroad three years ago.

Soon after, she received the divorce agreement from him. She went mad with anger and, in while in an emotional outburst, a truck had come crashing into her hard!

In the month after the car accident, her nominal husband had never come to see her. And when he did, he came asking for a divorce.

At this point, what was there to cling to in their marriage?

"This time, I'm serious."

Charlotte remembered something and reached out to take a document from the nearby cabinet and handed it to him. "I've signed the divorce agreement you sent over."

After a slight shock, the man stared at her as if scrutinizing her, and he did not reach out to take the document.

"When will we finish the remaining process?" His voice was hoarse.

Charlotte dropped her hand and said, "After I get discharged, we'll go to the civil affairs bureau."

"Good!" Benjamin gave her a deep and profound glance.

The woman on the hospital bed had a pale complexion; her skin was almost translucent, but she was still beautiful like a rose battered by wind and rain. She was pitiful but still bright and ever moving.

"I hope you'll be there on time."

After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

Charlotte watched the man's departing figure, feeling a wave of emotion.

From the moment he appeared to the moment he left, he never asked about the car accident, let alone care if she was in pain...

Was this the man she used to cling onto desperately?

...

A month later.

Charlotte was preparing to be discharged, and the only one who came to pick her up was her assistant, Emma.

Emma said that Charlotte had helped her before, so she had always been grateful and volunteered to stay by her side.

However, there was one thing that Charlotte found strange—during her time in the hospital, Emma had been the only one to come visit her. Did she not have any family or friends?