Chapter 1

I thought I had just woken up from the car accident.

But Zane showed me a wedding ring, a divorce agreement, and a three-year-old child—

and told me we had been married for four years.

The problem is simple:

He hates me.

The child is afraid of me.

And I don’t remember a single moment of this marriage.

Worse—every piece of evidence says I used to be the “bad wife.”

At my graduation ceremony, I finally summoned the courage to confess to Zaneary Warren, my long-time crush.

On the other side of the crosswalk, Zane was standing there, looking sharp in his graduation gown, taking photos. I got so excited that I dashed toward him, completely missing the fact that the light was red.

There was a loud crash. I was hit by a car, and everything went black.

The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the blinding white ceiling.

And there he was. Zane, standing by my hospital bed.

Still as handsome as ever. This might be the first time we’ve been this close.

Zane was looking up at the IV drip, but his gaze slowly shifted to my face.

I accidentally noticed the ring on his left hand.

I’ve had a crush on him for so long. So, he’s already taken?

Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I forced a smile and greeted him, "Zane, what are you doing here?"

As I tried to sit up, I noticed that my arm was wrapped in thick bandages.

The next second, Zane sat on the chair beside my bed, his voice cold and distant.

“Avery, you’ve really mastered the art of manipulation. Risking your life just to push for a divorce?”

I stared at Zane, completely confused. What is he talking about?

Divorce?

I haven’t even graduated yet, let alone gotten married. Where is this divorce thing coming from?

Just then, a nurse came into the room, holding a tray for bandaging wounds.

“Dr. Williams, you’re still here? Miss Niles, you don’t realize how lucky you are. You were hit by a car, but thankfully Dr. Williams happened to be nearby. He gave you emergency care right away. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be a broken arm you’re dealing with.”

The nurse bent down and carefully disinfected my wound. After she rested my hand on the side of the bed, I noticed... I was also wearing a ring on my right hand!

And it matched Zane’s ring.

A couple’s ring!

A wave of fear and uncertainty washed over me. After the nurse left, I grabbed Zane’s sleeve in a panic.

“Zane, you graduated from NYU Medical School in 2018, right?”

He frowned, clearly annoyed. He shook my hand off and looked at me coldly.

“Since you’re awake, let’s go over the divorce agreement.”