He Left His Family for His MistressChapter 1
After I lost my memory in a car accident, Benedict Mortimer took a photo of my father's illegitimate daughter. He then tricked her into thinking it was me. He also asked her to donate a kidney to someone.
Later, the two of them talked about the old story when they were warming up to each other. Unfortunately, they were caught by my son. Just because my son recognized at a glance that the illegitimate daughter who looked like me was not his mother, she fainted in fear.
In order to put his mind at ease, Benedict ignored his son's claustrophobia and insisted on throwing him into a closed clinic for deep hypnosis. Fortunately, I received a message from my son. I rushed over to kneel and begged bitterly to Benedict.
“Eugene is most afraid of the dark, Benedict. Excessive fright is going to kill people. If you want to punish me, you can punish me right now. But, please, don’t punish my son.”
He interrupted me with a cold smile. “My son, Eugene, you should not be weak and afraid of the dark! His bad habits should also be cured, okay? How could it kill a person?”
When I tried my best to close my son's frightened eyes with all my might, suddenly a scene crossed my mind. In that piece of memory, I saw Benedict holding a grand and luxurious wedding with Adelaide on a private island. He did that to atone for his regrets. The lost memories revived at that moment, but it was clear that I was Adelaide Reverie.
They had cheated me of my kidney. They also were going to replace me with everything I have. I forced myself to endure the pain that tore my heart and lungs. I then called my mother-in-law's number.
I said, “Mom, I've got it all figured out. I think it's time for me to leave.”
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My mother-in-law, Liliana Stewart, quickly rushed to the hospital. She was so shocked by Eugene's horrified look. Then she fell to the ground.
Liliana asked, “Adelaide, is this Eugene seeing a ghost? How could it be?”
“Mom, I'm Rebecca, not Adelaide.”
I corrected her with a bitter smile. It was only when she met my face, which was sad to the point of despair. She remembered that I said I had recovered my memory.
Under my direct gaze, she dropped her head. I then realized that she didn't dare to look at me at this time.
“Rebecca, how much do you remember?”