1. Arthur had lost his memory, every trace of me wiped clean. His mind was stuck in the year he loved his ex-wife most. No matter how much everyone around him tried to reason with him, he insisted I was the homewrecker who’d sabotaged their relationship. The doctors said there was a chance his memory could return, and I clung to that hope with everything I had. For three years, we divorced and remarried. It became the talk of the entire social circle, a running joke. People even placed bets. Bets on when I’d finally give up, bets on when Arthur would remember. Then came the eighth time our divorce hit the headlines. Reporters, cameras rolling, swarmed into my law office. They shoved microphones in my face, their words dripping with malice. “Ms. Jones, as a divorce attorney, how do you feel about being divorced eight times yourself?” My firm’s sign was defaced, my personal commendation plaques trampled underfoot. Before I could even respond, my boss fired me, citing damage to the firm’s reputation. “Eleanor Jones, take some advice: have some self-respect, stop hounding Mr. Hayes.” I gripped my trembling hands, a sudden weariness washing over me. They were right. This time, I really had to let go. … It was pouring rain when I left the office. Carrying a box of my belongings from my desk, I drifted home. The front door was ajar, and I could hear Arthur and Laura Miller’s laughter drifting from inside. I glanced around. The place was a disaster – clothes strewn everywhere, the carpet stained… The living room TV was still replaying the day’s circus at my office. Seeing me, the smile on Arthur’s face faded a bit. “Still have the nerve to come back.” His sarcastic words cut through the air, sharp and clear. Laura giggled and kissed Arthur’s cheek. “Alright, you two were together for seven years, try to keep some decorum.” She then looked up, raising an eyebrow at me, her smile suggestive. “Arthur really missed me, so I came over. You don’t mind, do you?” Rainwater dripped from my hair, hitting the floor one by one. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. Without another look at the two on the sofa, I turned and walked toward the bedroom. But as I pushed open the door, I froze. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Arthur’s voice was laced with a cruel amusement. “This house is also registered under my mother’s name. It has nothing to do with you. I threw all your stuff out. Probably in the trash can by the road.” Arthur leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips, as if seeing me in such a state brought him immense joy. A sharp pain stabbed at my chest. My soaked shirt made my body shiver with cold. “You bought today’s trending topic, didn’t you?” My voice was barely a whisper. “We’re already divorced. Why did you have to make me lose my job?” In response to my question, Arthur lifted his hand and swatted the box out of my grasp. Documents and files scattered across the floor. Seven years of my hard work, my life’s blood, lay exposed. “Three years of chasing me isn’t enough for you? Even if I really did have something with you before, I’ve lost my memory.” His voice was cold, each word a blow. “I’ve forgotten you, which means you mean nothing to me!” His words, yet again, tore open old wounds. Three years ago, his sudden amnesia had erased everything about me. Just the day before, he’d been excitedly planning the nursery with me, imagining if it would be a boy or a girl. But then he forgot, and only remembered Laura. “You just forgot! You have no idea what Laura did back then…” Frustration and fury threatened to drive me mad. Arthur’s face was livid. He grabbed my arm, his grip like iron, and shoved me out the door. The heavy rain instantly drenched me again. “I don’t care what Laura did. I only remember that I love her, and that’s enough.” I opened my mouth, but all my questions and bitterness suddenly felt meaningless. Arthur irritably avoided my gaze, then roughly pulled off the wedding ring from his finger. The edge of the diamond ring scratched his skin. He tossed it at my feet, and as he slammed the door shut, he spat out, “Don’t be so pathetic, begging me to remarry.” I stood there for a long time, then finally knelt down and picked up the wedding ring. Arthur had designed it himself before we got married. He’d worn it for seven years, never once taking it off. By the roadside trash can, there were our smashed wedding photos, the scarf he’d knitted for me with his own hands, and all the photo albums filled with our memories. My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the caller ID and answered. Arthur’s mother’s excited voice came through. “Eleanor, I just got Arthur’s medical report! The doctor says his memory is starting to loosen up!” "If he continues treatment, there’s an eighty percent chance he can recover!” My knuckles were white as I clutched the phone. The word “good” died on my tongue. In the end, I simply whispered, “Mom, no more treatment. If he’s forgotten, then let him forget.” 2. The next day, I went to the Hayes family estate. I laid the eight divorce certificates on the table in front of Arthur’s mother. “Mom, Arthur and I are divorced again.” She looked at me with pity, sighing deeply. “Arthur is truly sorry for what he’s done to you. You two were so happy once.” Her eyes pleaded. “But this time, it’s really different. I’ve contacted several doctors, and they all say there’s a high chance of recovery.” She pushed some business cards toward me. “I’m getting old, and all I want is for you two to have a good life together.” She paused, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “He’s even remembered quite a few things from the past recently…” Her persuasion was cut short by my interjection. “But he’s never remembered anything about me.” I lowered my head, avoiding her sympathetic gaze. The atmosphere grew heavy, until she spoke again. “If you leave, and Arthur remembers you and can’t find you, he’ll go mad.” For the past three years, every time we divorced, Arthur’s mother would say those exact words. And every time, because of those words, I would soften, again and again. Remarrying, time after time. Before I could reply, there was a commotion at the entrance. Arthur walked in, his brows instantly furrowing when he saw me. “Eleanor Jones, are you here to complain to my mother again?” he sneered. “I threw you out, and you’re still clinging on like a ghost. Can’t you really live without me?!” Arthur’s mother’s chest heaved with anger. She shot to her feet, her hand flying up to deliver a resounding slap across Arthur’s face. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble?! How much more do you intend to push Eleanor? Without her, you wouldn’t even be alive!” I sat on the sofa, my hands clenched into fists, memories of seven years ago flooding back. His marriage to Laura had been a nightmare. She’d reveled in his complete devotion, yet secretly had another man. When he discovered her infidelity, he became the laughingstock of their social circle overnight. When he went to confront her, Laura had absconded with ten million dollars, vanishing without a trace. After that, Arthur sank into a deep depression. He was about to jump from a bridge when I saved him. “So what? She just wanted money, didn’t she?” Arthur remained stubborn, his gaze fixed on his mother. “I don’t care what Laura did back then. I just love her, and I can’t love anyone else.” His voice was defiant. “I won’t regret it.” In that instant, all the strength seemed to drain from Arthur’s mother. She turned, her eyes full of apology, to look at me. Arthur rubbed his temples, then finally, as if in defeat, he lifted his head. “Eleanor Jones, you want to remarry? Fine, we’ll just divorce again anyway. You’re the one who’ll look like a fool, not me.” His voice was cold, taunting. “So desperate for me? Let’s go to the registry office now.” He chuckled humorlessly. “This is your eighth divorce, isn’t it?” I forced a smile, unable to reconcile the man before me with the Arthur in my memories. “I came here to clarify things with Mom.” I looked him dead in the eye. “You’re free, Arthur Hayes.” Arthur froze, his hands at his sides trembling imperceptibly. He stared at me in surprise, then quickly regained his composure. “Playing hard to get, huh? Too bad it won’t work on me.” He scoffed. “Alright, you said it. Just don’t come crawling back to me again.” Arthur’s words were almost bitten out. Ignoring his mother’s protests, he tossed whatever he was holding onto the floor and stormed out. Arthur’s mother’s eyes went dark with fury. She screamed after his retreating back, “You’ll regret this, Arthur Hayes!” 3. Whether Arthur regretted it or not, I no longer cared. After finally giving up on his treatment, the constant tension I’d lived with for so long began to ease. After leaving the Hayes estate, I was about to go retrieve my passport and ID from Arthur. For years, all my documents had been with him. Just as I rounded a street corner, a sharp pain shot through my forehead. Hot blood gushed from the wound. I felt dizzy, disoriented, before I even understood what was happening. A group of people violently dragged me, hitting and kicking. “That’s her! That’s the homewrecker!” “Mr. Hayes and Laura are the real couple, she just had to come chasing after him, trying to be a mistress.” “Pfft, she’s a disgrace to the legal profession, always handling other people’s divorces, yet she can’t sort out her own life.” The commotion immediately attracted the attention of passersby. They didn’t intervene, but instead pulled out their phones, snapping photos of me. Losing too much blood, I couldn’t fight back. When the crowd saw I was completely defenseless, they dispersed, spitting on me as they left. “We’ll beat you every time we see you!” Through my blurring vision, I saw Arthur in the distance. He and Laura were holding hands, laughing sweetly, looking genuinely happy. Our eyes met, and Arthur’s expression stiffened. He instinctively started running toward me. “You, what happened to you?” Blood flowed unstoppably, staining my clothes. Arthur’s mind went blank. He seemed to panic, his hands trembling as he pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance. But Laura stopped him. “Don’t bother. She’s probably just faking it, trying to get your sympathy, isn’t she?” Her voice was dismissive. “It just looks scary, she’ll be fine.” Laura tugged at his arm. “Didn’t you say you were going to take me to pick out my birthday present?” Laura pulled him away. Arthur hesitated for a moment, then turned off his phone. He didn’t look back at me. I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, the blood still flowing. In the end, I called for an ambulance myself. But before it could arrive, I lost consciousness completely. When I woke up again, it was a week later. The doctor said if I’d been any later, I might have died from blood loss. Arthur’s mother, hearing what happened, specifically came to the hospital to see me. She covered all the medical expenses. “Eleanor, it was just those people’s extreme behavior. I’ve already handled it.” She looked at me, a flicker of something in her eyes. “Arthur… he just forgot you have a blood clotting disorder.” Arthur’s mother tried to persuade me again, but seeing my pale face, the words died in her throat. I smiled faintly. “Mrs. Hayes, Arthur and I are divorced, and I won’t be staying in Sterling anymore.” I took a deep breath. “I won’t be coming back.” Hearing the change in address, her eyes welled up. In the end, she just nodded. “Eleanor, whatever you want to do, I’ll help you.”
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