Chapter 1 Let’s Get a Divorce
“Graciela, let’s get a divorce.”
Graciela Ferguson felt desperate as she saw the indifferent look
of her husband, Lamar Arellano.
“Haven’t we been good together?” she asked.
“Leanna’s back.” Lamar tossed the divorce agreement on the
table before her.
Leanna McLean was Lamar’s childhood sweetheart and his
unrequited love.
Graciela didn’t know the full story between them, but she knew
their photo was always on his desk.
Lamar added flatly, “We had a deal, remember? Once she came
back, we’d divorce. I’ll give you some money as compensation-”
Graciela cut him off coldly, “You’re unbelievably heartless,
Lamar. I’ve been with you for five whole years! Don’t you have
feelings for me at all?”
For a fleeting moment, his expression faltered.
Her shoulders trembled slightly as she questioned him in a
sobbing voice, and the pitiful look on her face made him want to
hold her in his arms and comfort her.
Eventually, he managed to resist that urge. Pursing his lips, he
said icily, “Graciela, what we had was just a transaction.”
Graciela froze. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she signed
the divorce agreement without hesitation. “I see.”
With that, she staggered to her feet, put on her coat, and rushed
out, unfazed by the torrential rain outside.
Lamar blurted out, “Graciela, where are you going?”
She didn’t reply. Her slender figure soon disappeared into the
curtain of rain.
Graciela wandered aimlessly along the road in a daze.
The past five years felt like a cruel dream. She finally realized
that Lamar wouldn’t love her no matter what, even if she had
swallowed her pride.
So, why bother holding on?
As the rain blurred her vision, a blinding light suddenly flashed
before her eyes. She instinctively raised her hand to block the
light, only to see a red sports car speed toward her…
When she finally woke up, Graciela found herself in a hospital.
She opened her eyes to see her eldest brother Emery Ferguson.
His young, handsome face was filled with concern.
“Grace, you’re finally awake!”
She looked around in confusion. “Emery, why are we in a
hospital? Aren’t we celebrating my nineteenth birthday at
home? Where’s Morton and Michael?”
Hearing her words, Emery immediately pressed the call button
by the bed, his hand trembling.
“Doctor, my sis is awake, but her memories seem stuck in the
past.”
The doctor soon arrived and gave Graciela a thorough check–up.
“Ms, Ferguson’s physical condition is stable. Based on the results,
her amnesia appears to be psychogenic. It’s not uncommon.
Sometimes, after extreme emotional trauma, the mind chooses
to lock away painful memories. This is part of the self–healing
process.”
