The day after my divorce and asset division, I got into a car accident and lost my memory. Later, Julian found me and said if I stopped acting crazy every day, remarrying was an option. I froze, ice cream spoon in my mouth, and after a long pause, I said: "I don't think so! I... I... I'm actually fine with just taking the money." 1 I woke up to see my best friend, Chloe, looking worried. She told me not to be sad. She said my body is my own, and even after a divorce, I have to live well. She said the kids wouldn't suffer with Julian, and there was no need for me to fight a lawsuit I couldn't win. I was stunned. After a long while, I couldn't help but ask: "Who is Julian?" Chloe froze, looking blank. It took her a while to react and call the doctor. The doctor said I had amnesia from the accident. Chloe hurriedly asked how old I thought I was. I thought for a moment: "Eighteen! Didn't I just finish my final exams yesterday?" Chloe burst out laughing, squatting on the floor clutching her stomach, pounding the bed with her fist. "Mia, you really... this amnesia is fantastic. Yes, you're eighteen. Eighteen is great! No Julian, no kids... just the two of us..." I was even more confused. 2 Chloe took me home. Once she was sure my memory was unlikely to return, she briefed me on the situation. Me, Mia Clark. I fell in love in my freshman year with a poor boy named Julian Thorne. I dated Julian for ten years, from eighteen to twenty-eight. I supported his startup, ate cheap food with him, bore his children, and served his parents. Then this year, he fought a lawsuit to divorce me. "??? What?" I was shocked. What kind of melodramatic tragedy is this? After a long pause, I asked with a trembling voice: "So, you mean I served someone like a maid for ten years, and at twenty-eight, I was kicked out?" Chloe nodded: "Yes. You also have two children, a son who is six and a daughter who is four. But because you were a housewife with no earning capacity, and both kids chose their father, custody was awarded to Julian." "...What??? My children that I raised so hard are gone..." Although I hadn't experienced these memories, it sounded terrifying. I was almost scared to tears. Then Chloe laughed and patted my shoulder: "Don't be too sad, at least you have money." Tears swirling in my eyes, I asked tentatively: "How much?" Chloe sat up straight: "Mia, listen carefully. You got 20% of Julian's assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two townhouses in Manhattan. It's worth about three hundred million dollars." "......" Silence. Contemplation. Then I asked tentatively: "Chloe, you wouldn't lie to me, right?" "If I'm lying, I'm a dog." That day, I stared dazedly at the sky outside the window. I forgot ten years of memories. I didn't know how I spent those ten years. But Chloe said I was rich. And at eighteen, I loved money the most. So I figured this was pretty good. 3 Chloe took time off work to help me with various transfers over the next few days. I didn't see the Julian Chloe talked about. He delegated lawyers for the divorce property division. After a busy month, Chloe helped me list all the properties under my name for rent. She calculated for me; the monthly rent would be around two hundred thousand dollars. That day, looking at the endless zeros in my bank account, I looked up at the mirror to see my twenty-eight-year-old self with exquisite makeup and hair. I scratched my head. Not bad. 4 I had nothing to do at home, but Chloe had to work. I spent every day at Chloe's place playing video games. When Chloe ordered takeout for lunch, she ordered for me too. Chloe finished work very late. She came back half-dead at night, collapsing on the sofa. I dropped the game controller and massaged her shoulders. Maybe due to muscle memory, I was very good at it. Chloe rested enough and started lamenting: "Julian is a beast. You worked for him for free right after graduation. His mother was in poor health, and you had to massage her back after work." "......" Chloe continued, pulling me and flicking my forehead: "Mia, you're just too soft. When I wasn't around, you let them bully you. Those people just bullied you because you were an orphan." I rubbed my head, feeling aggrieved: "I don't remember any of what you said! I only remember you." Chloe stopped, then laughed: "Right! Don't remember. It's better not to remember. Just remember me. I won't bully you." I believed Chloe because we grew up together. We grew up in an orphanage. When we were very young, I followed Chloe around. She grabbed snacks for me and helped me wash clothes. Later, Chloe tutored me. She was a year older. When I was a senior in high school, she was a freshman in college, calling me every day to encourage me. She wanted me to go to the same university as her, but Chloe scored too high. I studied to death but couldn't get into an Ivy League. The day the results came out, I hugged Chloe and cried. Chloe flicked my forehead: "Why cry? You scored great. What's there to cry about?" She patted my head: "It's already very good." Later, I went to New York crying. 5 Chloe regretted it whenever she mentioned it. She said she shouldn't have let me go to New York: "If you didn't go to New York, you wouldn't have met Julian. If you didn't meet Julian..." I interrupted: "Then I wouldn't have these three hundred million." Chloe put her hands on her hips: "Is money more important or your ten years?" I tried to guess the correct answer: "Money?" Chloe looked at me like iron that failed to become steel: "You are important. If you're unhappy, no amount of money is useful. Luckily you lost your memory. Otherwise, if you did something foolish, what use is money?" "Hmm... buy me a good cemetery plot..." Chloe laughed angrily: "Get lost!" "......" Chloe was always amazing, and she still is. She's a general manager at a multinational company, earning about sixty thousand a month. But she was busy, sometimes traveling for business, and worried about leaving me alone. So she took me with her. Later, she figured since she was taking me everywhere anyway, why spend her own money? She hired me into her company as her assistant. I knew this! I've read dozens of "CEO falls in love with the little assistant" novels in the past few months. On the first day, I wore a pencil skirt and went to work full of confidence. I made her coffee, organized materials, running back and forth. I looked very hardworking. Later, she laughed and told me to stop running, giving me a spreadsheet: "Let Anna guide you. Do this. Learn slowly, no rush." "Okay, okay." And so, I officially started working. 6 I followed Chloe to work and back every day. I didn't have much to do and got off early. Chloe couldn't; she had a lot of work. I always waited for her in the lounge. Later, watching me take online courses on my phone, Chloe suddenly remembered and asked seriously: "Mia, do you want to study?" "...I do." I lost my memory and didn't know much about work, starting from zero. It was disappointing when I couldn't do things well. Chloe was my goal when we were young, and she still is. I wanted to handle everything with ease like Chloe. So cool. Later, Chloe signed me up for a course. Every day after work, I drove to class. A systematic project management course, mixed with various office software applications. I filled two notebooks before realizing, oh, so that's how it is. After finishing the course, Chloe sent me to study accounting. I studied for a year and was enlightened. So that's how it works. Work started to become handy.
? Continue the story here ?? ? Download the "MotoNovel" app ? search for "388236", and watch the full series ✨! #MotoNovel