Chapter 1 The Accident
My husband was on a business trip abroad when he got into a car accident and lost his memory.
When I heard the news, I immediately thought it was another one of Song Jin Nian’s tests.
The last time I’d heard he was sick and hospitalized, I’d tried to escape the country.
I’d barely reached the airport when it was surrounded.
There he was, in the center of a ring of bodyguards, waiting.
He glanced at his watch and looked at my stunned face.
“Two minutes faster than last time, Baby.”
“So eager to leave me, hm?”
His tone was casual, but the bodyguards stiffened; no one dared breathe loudly.
I was taken back to the villa.
For the next two months, he kept me there day and night.
Song Jin Nian taught me, with actions, how to behave.
Every corner of that villa still carried traces of us.
Just thinking about it made my waist and calves ache faintly.
So this time, I played it smart.
I called right away to show concern.
The call was hung up the second it connected.
I tried again, several times.
Each one ended the same way—cut off, cold and decisive.
I had no idea what game Song Jin Nian was playing now.
After thinking it over, I switched to texting.
“Baby, how are you feeling?”
The reply came the next day.
Short, as always: “Busy.”
I sent a cute sticker.
“Good to know. Why won’t you pick up? I was worried sick~”
“Talk normally.”
“Huh? This is how we always talk. Isn’t this your favorite little wavy line~~~~”
The chat went silent for two minutes.
“I lost my memory. I’m not used to this.”
That stiff, distant tone was exactly how Song Jin Nian had spoken when we first met.
I froze.
Was he actually telling the truth?
I kept typing.
“It’s okay, Husband. Take your time recovering. When you come home, I’ll give you a big kiss. Maybe everything will come back.”
Read. No reply.
That wasn’t like him.
The old Song Jin Nian would have rushed home for that kiss, no matter what.
Days passed.
Not a single message from him.
I was the only one sending them.
“Husband, are you feeling better?”
“When are you coming back?”
“Rest well. Eat properly even if I’m not there~”
“Or should I come to you? Don’t worry, I won’t run~”
All of them sank into silence.
Just when I was wondering what was going on, a reply finally came.
“I don’t like reporting my schedule to others, and I’m not used to having a clingy wife.”
“I’ll have my assistant draft a Divorce Agreement.”
I stared.
“Di… divorce?”
He was cold, distant, and absolute, ignoring anything I might say.
“You’ll get everything you’re entitled to. After that, stay out of my sight.”
I blinked.
For a long time, I couldn’t calm down.
Was there really such a good thing?
It had been ages since I’d heard Song Jin Nian speak with that icy, superior tone.
Had the crash really knocked something loose in his head?
I’d tried to run at least dozens of times, if not a hundred.
And now he was letting me go voluntarily?
I half-believed it.
“You sure you won’t drag me back again?”
Him: “Drag? You overestimate yourself.”
Yes. That was the flavor.
The original Song Jin Nian—looking down from above.
He really had lost his memory.
My heart raced.
“Awesome! Divorce it is. I’m a pro at disappearing!”
Family, who gets this?
After all those escapes, the easiest exit turned out to be this simple.