Chapter 6
Henry was doing this to see if her body still felt familiar.
She'd lost her memory and forgotten she once loved him.
For five years, they shared a bed, with countless intimate moments.
He knew her body better than anyone, now he was trying to recapture that feeling-but it was gone and her reaction to his kiss and touch was pure disgust. Her clear eyes showed only wariness.
The air felt icy, tension thick in the room.
Victoria stepped back, keeping her distance. Her voice was cold. "Henry, even though we're married, you're a stranger to me. Don't come near me, or I'll call the police."
With that, she opened the door and left.
Henry's face darkened, veins throbbing with frustration and anger.
He wanted to shower, but seeing the bedroom only made him angrier.
She used to love decorating-trinkets everywhere, a vase on the high table, delicate figurines on the bedside, cute throw pillows on the couch, and the bright yellow bedsheets she adored.
But now, all of that was gone.
The room was back to its cold, empty state, sterile and oppressive.
Her presence, her scent, all traces of her had vanished.
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind.
He walked quickly into the walk-in closet, and the light flickered on.
His eyes fell on the space where her dresses used to hang.
She had erased every trace of herself, like she was ready to leave at any moment.
A dull ache stirred in his chest, but Henry shoved it aside, frustration rising. His headache was getting worse.
He'd struggled with insomnia for years, but after marrying Victoria, things had improved.
He thought he was better. But in just two days, it all came back.
He grabbed his phone and called a friend. "Let's go have a drink."
Victoria left the villa, the cool night air calming her nerves.
Just then, her phone rang. It was her friend, Diana Ortiz. "Hello, Diana."
There was a pause, and then Diana said, "I heard you lost your memory?"
Diana was the kind of cool, detached person who only cared about things that interested her.
Victoria replied quickly, "I need to talk to you in person. Where are you?"
"Blue Door," Diana answered.
"I'm on my way," Victoria said.
Blue Door was one of Lanceser's top upscale bars, super exclusive.
Before marrying Henry, Victoria used to come here a lot, but after marriage, she focused on being the perfect wife.
Now, stepping back into this world, she felt something stir inside her.
Just then, someone tapped her shoulder.
Turning around, she saw a familiar, unwelcome face-Sarah.
Her long, straight hair flowed down her back, and she wore light makeup.
In a soft pink dress that highlighted her graceful figure, her smile was warm and classy. Years of dancing had given her a natural elegance.
"Mrs. Harrison, are you here looking for Henry?"
This was Victoria's first time meeting Sarah.
She was undeniably beautiful, elegant, poised, and exuding an air of intellectual charm.
No wonder Henry never moved on, even trying to make Victoria like her.
Victoria quickly composed herself and pretended to have a sudden realization.
Pointing at Sarah, she exclaimed, "Oh, I remember now! You're Henry's mistress!"
Sarah's smile faltered. "No, no, you've got wrong. Henry and I aren't like that."
Victoria wasn't buying it. She pulled out her phone, showing a photo of Sarah and Henry together. "Here's the proof. Still denying it?"
With a playful pat on Sarah's shoulder, she grinned. "Relax, I'm not here to fight. I've lost my memory and don't even remember marrying Henry. I'm planning to divorce him. If you two love each other, do me a favor. Convince him to sign the papers, okay?"
Sarah was caught off guard. She didn't expect this turn of events. A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. "You don't remember anything?"
"Not a thing," Victoria said seriously. "Miss Mistress... oh, sorry, Ms. Miller... you'll help me, right? I'm counting on you to talk him into it."
Without waiting for a response, Victoria turned and walked away, her steps steady and purposeful.
She wasn't sure why Sarah approached her, but she saw an opportunity.
If Henry wouldn't agree to a divorce, maybe Sarah could help.
Sarah had practically walked right into her hands, so why not use her?
But as Victoria walked away, her smile faded.
It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, leaving her breathless and aching.
Sarah was always the one Henry truly cared about, while she was just... nothing. How ironic.
"Victoria." A voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
Turning, she saw Diana approaching, her sharp features radiating a frosty beauty. Her cold presence stood out in the busy bar.
"Diana, it's been a while," Victoria greeted, stepping forward for a hug.
Diana stayed still, her gaze cool. "Didn't you lose your memory? How much have you forgotten?"
Victoria winked playfully. "I lied."
"What?" Diana's eyes widened in shock.
Later, they found a booth and sat down.
Victoria spilled everything, leaving, nothing out.
When she finished, she downed her wine in one go, eyes stinging. "Five years wasted on that guy. What a joke."
"I'll find someone to teach Henry a lesson," Diana snapped. She hadn't expected Victoria to be just a stand-in.
"No need," Victoria said with a weak smile. "I'm done. Totally done. Never falling for him again. Time to find myself."
Suddenly, the music exploded in the room. Victoria jumped up and dashed to the dance floor, moving freely to the beat.
Upstairs, in a fancy VIP room with a view of the club...
"Hey Henry, isn't that your wife down there? Wait, is she... pole dancing?"
Henry froze mid-sip, wine glass in hand. He stalked to the window, eyes narrowing.
Below, Victoria was stealing the show. Wild. Free. Magnetic. Every eye in the place was on her.