Chapter 2

Sometimes, I think love is the most fragile thing in the world. A person's affection can shift entirely just because their memories have changed.

For three years, many people tried to talk Zane out of his foolishness.

Every relative and friend who had witnessed our love urged him to come home, even just for a while.

Later, they turned to me, saying that once Zane regained his memory, he would remember how deeply he had loved me.

So I endured. I endured when they told me Zane had bought the company where the girl worked just to keep her close. I endured when they said he had gifted her an entire island. I even endured when I learned they were living together and calling each other husband and wife.

But now, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine," I said with a smile. "Bring the papers. I'll sign."

"Thia, don't do this." Mary clutched my hand, tears streaming down her face. "Zane's just lost his memory. He loved you so much, and you love him too. Fate has been too cruel to both of you."

My parents had passed away long ago, and over the years, Zane's parents had treated me like their own.

"I'll be alright. Haven't you always wanted a grandchild? She's pregnant now. The child is innocent." I wiped Mary's tears away. "That girl isn't bad either. Zane and I... I guess we just weren't meant to be."

"I can't believe you're giving up so easily." Zane let out a cold laugh, his gaze devoid of any past affection—only the disdain one would reserve for a deranged woman. In his current memories, I was just the lunatic who refused to divorce, standing in the way of his perfect love.

"If I don't agree, should that child grow up as a bastard instead?"

Zane glanced at my stomach and sneered, "Seems I never loved you that much to begin with. We were married for a year—why didn't you get pregnant?"

I flung a glass of water in his face. "Get out!"

Wiping his face in a fluster, he still managed to throw out a final threat. "Once we're divorced, this house won't be yours either!"

After he left, Mary vented her anger on my behalf. "Thia, move in with me. Even if you're no longer Zane's wife, you can still be my daughter."

I shook my head. Over the past three years, Zane had fought with his parents too. He refused to come home. When I went to his office, he had his staff block me.

But he needed my consent for the divorce. His friends were too ashamed to pressure me, so he turned to his parents. After being scolded by them a few times, he stopped visiting them altogether.