Chapter 202

I stared at him, eyes wide, and took a long pause before forcing a calm tone. “Five years ago, obviously. What other time could it be?”

“I’m asking which day,” Jonathan pressed on.

“How would I know the exact day?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Am I supposed to keep track of the date too?”

“You don’t remember? You insisted on celebrating the anniversary of our first time every single year, and now you’re telling me you forgot?” he said.

I was completely stunned.

What kind of lovesick idiot was I, celebrating the anniversary of our first time? And I did it every year.

The more I thought about it, the less I understood what kind of relationship I had with Jonathan for those five years. By all logic, I was the one who got hurt. But in Jonathan’s version of the story, I was just the spoiled and unreasonable one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I gave up and shut my eyes, letting him say whatever he wanted.

But his next questions came even more bluntly. “That night… Where did it happen? What position? How many times did we do it?”

My eyes snapped open. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Shut up!”

How could he ask something so shameless without batting an eye?

Seeing me refuse to answer, Jonathan’s face grew darker. “Can’t answer? Or are you finally ready to admit the truth—that you lost your memory?”

Of course, I didn’t want to admit it, but he was clearly about to say something even more outrageous, so I quickly covered his mouth. “That’s enough! Stop talking!”

Jonathan’s eyes locked onto mine. He yanked my hand away and stared at me seriously. “So, you admit it?”

“Admit what?” I asked.

“That you lost your memory.”

I held my breath, and a dull ache started to build behind my eyes. After a long silence, I clenched my jaw. “Fine. I lost my memory.”

“When did it happen?” he asked.

“It was right after I woke up from trying to take my own life. I thought I was still 18.”

Jonathan grabbed my chin. “Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning?”

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“I wanted to.”

I blinked, deciding to tell him the truth. “I had just woken up back then. One moment I was on my college campus, and the next I was suddenly your wife. I was scared and completely lost.”

“I wanted to tell you, but everyone around me told me to stop being dramatic. They said I was nothing compared to Alicia. They said even if I died, you wouldn’t spare me a glance. So, why should I have told you the truth?”

Jonathan looked genuinely caught off guard by my answer. After a long pause, he lowered his voice. “Who said that to you?”

“That ‘wonderful’ assistant of yours,” I replied.

His eyes flickered with surprise. His voice was low and hoarse. “That didn’t come from me.”

“I don’t care whether those words came from you or not. We’re getting divorced anyway. I’m not trying to cause more drama. Even if I’d lost my memory, it doesn’t change anything. Let’s just go sign the divorce papers,” I said.

He rejected me without hesitation. “No way. You only lost your memory. You forgot how you felt about me, that’s all. You don’t actually want a divorce.”

“Our relationship was strong. No one could come between us that easily. Alicia, Frederick… None of them ever mattered,” he said.

I found his words laughable. Saying Frederick didn’t matter was fair enough because he really had nothing to do with me. All I ever felt toward him was a bit of guilt. Nothing more.

But Jonathan saying there was nothing between him and Alicia? I never believed that for a second.

“Everyone knows you and Alicia were made for each other. You grew up together, and I was the one who came between you. Now that we’re getting divorced, wouldn’t it make more sense for you to be with her?” I said.

Jonathan cut me off right away. “No, it wouldn’t. How many times do I have to tell you? I’ve only ever seen her as a sister.”

“A sister? What kind of sister acts like that with her brother?”