We were married, but I'd already drawn up divorce papers before I lost my memory.
He was also responsible for my injury.
I sighed. "No wonder I had such a bad feeling about him. I always thought I had pretty good judgment."
A few days later, my health had improved significantly. Wendy wheeled me outside to enjoy the sunshine.
That's when we ran into Simon, who was pushing another woman in a wheelchair.
When he saw me, Simon froze and instinctively explained, "Hannah got injured, too. Her manager isn't around, so I've been helping her."
"Mr. Ford, you don't have to explain to me. Since I have given you the divorce agreement, your love life has nothing to do with me anymore."
I gave a slight, distant smile as I began to speak.
"Claire, are you still angry with me and Simon? Are you really going to divorce him?"
Her tone sounded aggrieved, but her eyes were full of provocation and contempt.
"I heard you're playing the amnesia card again. Simon told me you used that trick on him before. How come you're still resorting to such a cliché way of showing jealousy?"
Before I could respond, Wendy couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my! Are you dumb?"
Hannah's face turned pale with anger. Just as she was about to retort, I cut her off calmly. "If you think I'm playing games, why hasn't the man next to you signed the papers? Could it be my tricks actually worked?"
"Enough!" Simon's sharp voice interrupted.
"Claire, focus on recovering. We'll talk after you're well."
He said before wheeling Hannah away.
"There's nothing to talk about," I murmured, gazing at the sky.
I still had so many things to accomplish. I wouldn't let someone who no longer existed in my memories hold me back.
Simon paused noticeably when he heard me, then quickened his pace as if he didn't want to face me.
I stumbled upon countless edited videos of Simon and Hannah on my phone.
My old habit of self-tormenting by watching these clips had taught the algorithm to keep recommending them.
I immediately clicked "not interested" and then announced on social media that I was quitting the industry.
A call from an unknown number came in. When I answered, a tired male voice spoke. "Claire, stop being so stubborn … "
I hung up and blocked the number in one swift motion.
The doctor said my recovery was going well and I could be discharged in two weeks.
Excited, I booked a flight to the Maldives and started researching travel guides online.