I woke up the day after my divorce was finalized with no memory of the past ten years. Later, my ex-husband, Asher, found me. He said that if I stopped acting crazy every day, he might consider remarrying me. I froze, biting down on my ice cream spoon. After a long pause, I finally spoke: "Let's not! I... I... I'm actually perfectly fine just taking the money." Chapter 1 When I woke up, my best friend, Chloe, was looking at me with a worried expression. She told me not to be sad. She said my body belonged to me, and even though I was divorced, I still had to live well. She said the kids wouldn't be mistreated living with Asher, and there was no need for me to fight another lawsuit, especially since I wouldn't win. I stared blankly for a long time before I couldn't help but ask: "Who is Asher?" Chloe froze, looking completely baffled. After a long moment, she snapped out of it and ran to call the doctor. The doctor said I had amnesia from the car accident. Chloe hurriedly asked me how old I thought I was. I thought about it: "Eighteen! Didn't I just finish my SATs yesterday?" Chloe burst out laughing, squatting on the floor clutching her stomach, pounding the bed with her fist. "Eve, you are amazing! This amnesia is fantastic! Yes, you are eighteen! Eighteen is great! No Asher, no kids... just the two of us..." I was even more confused. Chapter 2 Chloe took me home. Once it was confirmed that my memory was unlikely to return soon, she gave me a brief rundown of my current situation. I, Evelyn Vance, fell in love during my freshman year of college and met a poor boy named Asher Sterling. I dated Asher for ten years, from eighteen to twenty-eight. I accompanied him through his startup, ate ramen and leftovers with him, bore him children, and took care of his parents. Then, this year, he fought a lawsuit to divorce me. "??? What?" I was shocked. What kind of melodramatic tragedy was this? After a long while, I asked with a trembling voice: "So, you're saying I served someone like a servant 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 children chose to live with their father, custody was awarded to Asher." "...What??? The two children I worked so hard to raise are gone..." Although I hadn't experienced any of this in my memory, it sounded terrifying. I was almost scared to tears. Then Chloe laughed and patted my shoulder: "Don't be too sad. At least you still have money." Tears swirled in my eyes as I tentatively asked: "How much?" Chloe sat up straight: "Eve, listen carefully. You got 20% of Asher's assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two brownstones in Manhattan. The total value is about 270 million dollars." "..." Silence. Thought. Then I tentatively asked: "Chloe, you're not lying to me, are you?" "If I'm lying, I'm a dog." That day, I stared dazedly at the sky outside the window. I had forgotten ten years of memories. I didn't know how I had lived those ten years. But Chloe said I was rich. And at eighteen, what I loved most was money. So I figured this wasn't too bad. Chapter 3 Chloe took time off work. For the next few days, she took me around to transfer various assets. I didn't see the Asher person Chloe talked about. He had delegated all the divorce property division matters to his lawyers. We were busy for nearly a month. Later, Chloe helped me list all the properties under my name for rent. She calculated for me that the monthly rent would be around 170,000 dollars. That day, looking at the countless zeros in my bank account, I looked up at the mirror to see my exquisite twenty-eight-year-old self. I scratched my head. Not bad. Chapter 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 got off work very late. When she came back at night, she was half-dead, collapsing onto the sofa lifelessly. I would drop my game controller and massage her shoulders. Perhaps due to muscle memory, I was excellent at massaging. After resting enough, Chloe started lamenting: "Asher is a freaking animal. Right after graduation, you worked for him for free. His mother was in poor health, and after work, you had to massage her back and shoulders." "..." As she spoke, Chloe pulled me over and flicked my forehead: "Eve, you're just spineless. When I'm not around, you let them bully you. That group of people just bullied you because you were an unloved child." I rubbed my head, feeling a bit wronged: "I don't remember any of what you said! I only remember you." Chloe stopped talking, then laughed: "That's right! You 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 both grew up in a foster home. When we were very young, I followed Chloe around. Chloe snatched snacks for me and helped me wash clothes. Later, when we grew up a bit, Chloe tutored me. She was a year older than me. When I was a senior in high school, she was a freshman in college. She called me every day, telling me to work hard. She wanted me to go to the same university as her, but Chloe scored too high. I studied myself to death, but I still couldn't get into an Ivy League. The day the results came out, I hugged Chloe and cried. Chloe flicked my forehead: "What are you crying for? 1450 on the SATs, such an amazing score, what's there to cry about?" She patted my head: "It's already very good." Later, I went to New York crying. Chapter 5 Chloe regretted it whenever she talked about it. She said she shouldn't have let me go to New York: "If you hadn't gone to New York, you wouldn't have met Asher. If you hadn't met Asher..." I interrupted: "Then I wouldn't have these 270 million dollars." 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 not happy, no amount of money is useful. Luckily you have amnesia, otherwise if you couldn't think straight and did something foolish, what use would that money be?" "Hmm... buy me a nice cemetery plot..." Chloe laughed angrily: "Get lost!" "..." Chloe had always been amazing, and she was still amazing now. She was the general manager of a multinational corporation, with a monthly salary of around 60,000 dollars. But she was busy. Sometimes she had to travel for business and was worried about leaving me alone. So she took me along. 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 was familiar with this! I had read dozens of books about domineering CEOs falling in love with their little assistants 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 her materials, and ran around. I looked very hardworking. Later, she laughed and told me to stop running. She gave me a spreadsheet: "Let Anna guide you. Work on this. Learn slowly, no rush." "Okay, okay." And just like that, I officially started working.
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