Two months ago, Abigail found out she was pregnant. The news filled Sebastian with joy; he was so ecstatic he didn’t sleep all night. They felt as though they were finally moving toward their ultimate happiness.
But fate intervened cruelly.
Half a month ago, they were in a car accident. Abigail lost their unborn child, and Sebastian lost most of his memories from college onward. The tragedy left Abigail devastated, but worse was yet to come.
Olivia seized the opportunity to manipulate the situation. She concocted a lie, whispering poison into Sebastian’s ears. “That woman only married you out of obligation. She saved your life and used it to manipulate you into a three-year marriage. The truth is, you’ve always loved Gabriella.”
Olivia went as far as forging a nonexistent contract, fabricating evidence to support her lies.
Sebastian, clinging to fragmented memories of Gabriella, found no trace of Abigail in his recollection. The false narrative spun by his mother took root, and he chose to believe her over the stranger Abigail had become in his mind.
Despite Abigail’s desperate attempts to explain, her words fell on deaf ears. To him, she was now just a woman repaying a favor, and his disdain for her was blatant in his every action.
After walking aimlessly for what felt like an eternity, Abigail’s strength finally gave out. She sank to the ground, clutching her chest as pain rippled through her heart.
Tears streamed down her face, one after another, as she stifled her cries with a trembling hand. Her shoulders quivered under the weight of her grief, her vulnerability laid bare to the cold, indifferent night.
Time seemed to blur—minutes, maybe an hour—until the sudden ringing of her phone jolted her back to reality.
Sniffling, Abigail wiped the tears from her face and steadied her voice before answering.
“Abigail, have you decided about the follow-up on the research project? Do you want to join?”
The voice on the other end was calm, professional. It was about a confidential project, one that promised secrecy and a chance to disappear. If she joined, her whereabouts would be strictly hidden—a clean break from everything.
Her thoughts wavered. Memories of the past flooded her mind. Sebastian has only lost his memory. Love doesn’t just vanish. Maybe… maybe I should wait.
“I’ll think about it, Director,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.