Chapter 4

Aiden invited me to his birthday party. When I saw the location, my heart skipped a beat.

It was the villa he had originally planned to use as our marital home.

As I stepped into the hall, the smell of alcohol and perfume hit me.

The moment I appeared, Aiden's gaze swept over to me, his eyes filled with mockery and coldness.

"Scarlett, come here." Aiden beckoned to me and patted the empty seat beside him, indicating for me to sit there.

This time, there didn't seem to be any other woman by his side.

A glimmer of hope that should have been extinguished rose in my heart again. He was holding his birthday party in this villa and hadn't brought another woman. Could it be that he remembered me?

Aiden continued chatting with his friends.

One of his friends jokingly said, "Foster, look at how devoted Scarlett Song is to you. Are you sure you really don't remember anything from before?"

My heart suddenly tightened. I instinctively perked up my ears, my gaze fixed on Aiden, full of expectation, hoping to hear the answer I wanted.

Aiden picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and smirked, "Scarlett Song? She's just a plaything when I'm bored! You guys really think I'd remember her?"

"A year ago when I had that car accident, I forgot nothing except her. That shows she wasn't important to me at all. Forgotten is forgotten, there's nothing worth remembering!"

These words hit my heart hard, instantly shattering that tiny, humble hope in my heart.

I stared at Aiden in disbelief, as if I had never known the person before me.

"But she's done so much for you. Isn't treating her like this a bit too much?" Another friend seemed to speak up, unable to bear it.

Aiden shrugged indifferently. "It's her choice, I didn't force her. Every time I say something, she jumps to do it. Isn't that perfect for keeping me entertained?"

These words falling on my ears made me hurt so much I could barely breathe.

So in his heart, all my efforts to win him back were just a joke.

Those moments when I thought he might remember me were nothing but my own self-deception!

The pain in my stomach intensified.

However, Aiden seemed to think it wasn't enough. He looked at me, his eyes flashing with malice.

"But you know, if you want to be with me, there is a way."

"As the top socialite, you are indeed prettier than the other women I've dated, and you have a better figure too."

"If you willingly climb into my bed tonight and satisfy me, even if I can't remember the past, I might consider officially being with you."

Aiden's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

The people around first froze, then burst into jeers and laughter.

I looked at Aiden's face, the one I used to be infatuated with, my heart filled with anger and despair. I felt the world spinning around me.

The pain from my illness and the pain in my heart intertwined, almost overwhelming me.

At that moment, I finally woke up completely.

In this twisted relationship, I was nothing but a pitiful creature he could toy with at will.

For that elusive hope of "he will remember me," I had repeatedly put aside my dignity, enduring his humiliation.

But he wasn't my Aiden anymore.

I slowly raised my head, straightening my back.

Although I couldn't control the physical pain, I didn't want to be so weak and humble anymore.

I stood up, looking down at Aiden, and said word by word: "Aiden Foster, I don't need you to remember me anymore. My Aiden died in that car accident a year ago. This is the end between us!"

Hearing my words, Aiden was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing with a hint of panic that was barely noticeable.

But soon, he regained his composure, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful smile.

I didn't look at him again, turning to leave.

Aiden shouted behind me, "You'll come back begging me. I know women like you too well. This playing hard to get trick, I've seen it all before. In a few days, you'll be crying and begging for my forgiveness."

I didn't turn back, just paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward resolutely.