Chapter 12

Even without my memories, I knew my background: a typical, small-town family, several siblings—I was the unlucky second-oldest daughter, sandwiched between an older sister and a younger brother. From a young age, I learned to rely only on myself. For someone from my background, getting into a decent college and landing a good job felt like a considerable achievement. Yet, Jonathan claimed I'd signed a hundred-million-dollar prenuptial agreement? I wasn't crazy!

Jonathan's expression darkened at my disbelief. "Are you unwilling to admit it, or have you forgotten?" I choked. Revealing my memory loss would only complicate a divorce. "I...of course I remember! I was joking!" I met his gaze. "You know my family and background. Signing that prenup—isn't that taking advantage of me?"

He fell silent. I knew it! A hundred million dollars was a trifle to him, but astronomical to me. Wasn't it bullying?

He pinned me, opened a safe, and produced a contract. "Look carefully," he said, his voice low and cold, "and don't say I'm taking advantage."

I examined the prenuptial agreement. My eyes widened at the key clause: "If I want a divorce, I'll compensate you $100 million. But if you want a divorce, you'll compensate me... $100 billion?"

I stared at Jonathan, shock evident. The crazy one wasn't me—it was him! "Have you lost your mind? Why would you sign this with me?"

Jonathan's gaze was heavy. "You suggested it."

"Impossible!" I retorted. "Why would I do something so insane? Don't blame me, Jonathan!" My outburst betrayed my memory loss. His voice turned dangerous: "Do you really not remember, or are you pretending?"

I inhaled deeply. The prenup was undeniable. What state of mind had I been in? And why had Jonathan agreed? He knew I couldn't pay $100 million, yet he signed this absurd agreement.

Calming, I looked him in the eye. "Consider it a joke. We were young, and I didn't anticipate this. Let's invalidate the agreement."

Jonathan's gaze deepened. "You regret it?"

"Yes," I replied, my lips tight. His eyes turned icy. "No chance. It's notarized. For a divorce, you pay me $100 million."

I stared, incredulous. "On what grounds? This is invalid! If you wanted a divorce, you'd pay me $100 billion?"

He remained silent. My resolve wavered. A hundred million dollars? How could I get that kind of money?