The Divorce He Never Saw Coming

Synopsis

I found myself back on the day I was diagnosed as pregnant. My husband, Alexander Sutton, had just woken from a coma after an explosion, his memory in fragments. His attending physician was his childhood sweetheart, Jenny Grant. "Alexander's cerebral trauma has impaired his emotional cognition," she said. "You have a choice: should he remember you're carrying his child, or remember that I am the woman he truly loved?" In my previous life, I told her to make him remember the baby. The Alexander who regained that memory acknowledged our child, yet he treated me with nothing but ice. All his warmth and attention went to Jenny, alongside constant claims that he owed her. I became the laughingstock of our circle, a woman who had banked on motherhood but still failed to keep her husband's heart. He even transferred his entire stake in the Sutton Group to Jenny, declaring her his one true love. As for me, consumed by postpartum depression and public ridicule, I jumped from a high-rise, my child in my arms. Only in death did I learn the truth: he had never lost his memory. The amnesia was a calculated ruse to force me into divorce. Given this second chance, why would I cling to a man who never loved me? I rested a hand on my stomach and replied with detached calm, "Let him remember you. And schedule the termination procedure for me."