My Amnesia, His Regret: Chasing Me Is Useless Now!

I woke up in a hospital bed with amnesia. I remembered everyone—except Ethan Hayes, the man I’d desperately chased for five years. But Ethan was never good to me. All his tenderness belonged to his first love, his ultimate obsession. Even when I tumbled down the stairs and knocked myself unconscious, his only concern was whether she had gotten a scratch. Everyone used to say I loved Ethan so much that I threw my dignity into the dirt. What a joke. Now, I don’t even remember who Ethan Hayes is. If he wants to be cold and distant, fine. I’m done chasing him. But later, Ethan grabbed my arm so tight his knuckles turned white. With bloodshot eyes, he begged me: "Chlo, please. I beg you to remember. Once you remember, you can love me again." "Chlo, are you seriously faking this? Or is this just your new tactic to get Ethan's attention?" Harper tilted her head, utterly confused. She couldn't understand why I remembered everyone else but forgot Ethan Hayes, the man I used to love more than life itself. But hearing that name now, my mind was a complete blank. I blinked blankly and asked, "Who... is Ethan?" Harper was completely stunned. She quickly grabbed my phone from the nightstand and thrust it into my hands. "Ethan Hayes!" "Look! Your lock screen is a photo of him, and your password is his birthday. Ever since you fell head over heels for him at a gala five years ago, you've been obsessed. You chased him like crazy for five whole years." "You even gave up your dream admission to the Parsons School of Design just to work a grueling corporate finance job at his company!" Harper spoke with intense passion, but as my eyes fell on the photo on the screen, I felt nothing. No butterfly in my stomach. No warmth. Just complete detachment. "So, did we get together?" My question made Harper choke on her words. She shook her head, looking at me with pity. "No. Ethan... he actually disliked you a lot." "He has this first love, Veronica, whom he could never forget. You fell down the stairs because you got into a fight with her right after she came back to the country. Ethan lost his temper and pushed you. It was an accident, but still..." As Harper spoke, a strange, residual muscle memory flared up in my body. My nose stung, and a dull, aching pain throbbed in my chest. I looked down at the man on my lock screen. It was clearly a candid photo. The way he looked at the camera was filled with annoyance and disgust. It made me want to cry for the girl I used to be. I took a deep breath, swiped my phone, and changed both the lock screen and the password. "Chlo, what are you..." "Since five years of chasing got me nothing, maybe forgetting is a blessing for both of us. I won't have to suffer anymore, and he can finally be free." I patted Harper’s hand to reassure her. Then, I deleted every single trace of Ethan Hayes from my phone, including his contact info. Harper sniffled, suddenly throwing her arms around me. "Good! You should’ve done this a long time ago!" "He's not the only guy in the world. You’re beautiful and kind, Chlo. You can have anyone you want! Why the hell did you suffer in that toxic finance department, working overnight every day? Ethan has terrible taste anyway, choosing to love that fake green tea b"tch, Veronica!" Harper got more worked up by the second, ready to curse Ethan for another three hundred rounds. Just then, a nurse knocked on the door and called her out. "Chlo, hang out for a bit. I’ll be right back." I smiled and nodded, picking up a fashion design magazine to pass the time. I was completely absorbed in it when— "Knock, knock." The ward door was pushed open. I looked up. "Mr. Hayes?"

Ethan Hayes frowned when he heard my formal, cold greeting. He looked at me with deep suspicion and guardedness, clearly thinking this was another one of my games. He kept his chin high, his posture arrogant. "The stairs incident... I admit I have some responsibility. I'm here to apologize." "I've already wired ten million dollars to your account. If you have any other demands, as long as they aren't ridiculous, I can meet them. But if you're trying to use this accident to force me to be with you, let me tell you right now, that is absolutely im—" I put down the magazine, sat up, and cut him off. "Mr. Hayes, that won't be necessary." "You're Harper’s uncle, and what happened was just an accident. You’ve paid the compensation, and you've delivered your apology. Let’s just call it even." Ethan stared at me, his eyes widening slightly. It was as if he thought I had lost my mind. He had come here prepared for me to cry, scream, and hold onto his coat. And now I was just... letting it go? "If you don't have any other demands, I'm leaving." I nodded, offering him a polite, professional smile. "Thank you for visiting, Mr. Hayes. Have a safe trip back." Ethan purposely slowed his steps. Right before he stepped out of the ward, he finally heard my voice. "Wait, Mr. Hayes." The tight frown on Ethan’s face instantly relaxed. When he turned back, his expression was already replaced by his usual impatience. "Chloe, I knew you couldn't resist! Tell me, what do you want?" I tilted my head, looking completely puzzled by his sudden outburst of anger. "I’m sorry, but could you please close the door on your way out?" Ethan choked on his breath, his face turning red and then pale. He never expected that the only reason I called him back was to ask him to shut the door. It was as if he was humiliated by the realization that he was actually "expecting" me to ask him for something. Ethan slammed the door shut with a deafening bang. "Ethan? You came to see Chlo too? The doctor said she’s recovering well, but her mem—" Before Harper could finish her sentence, Ethan gave her a cold, dismissive glance and swept past her. Harper rolled her eyes, pushed the door open, and walked in. She complained to me, "Thank God you don't like him anymore. What an arrogant prick!" "Did he bully you just now? He hasn't given you a single good look in five years. He even dumped you in the most brutal investment department to make things hard for you. I was so sick of his behavior." Since we were on the topic, I took the opportunity to say, "I want to resign." "To be honest, since I woke up, I’ve looked over my current job, and I really don't like it. I probably only did it because of Ethan. But now, I want to chase my own dream." I waved the fashion magazine in my hand toward Harper. "The Royal College of Art." "My application was accepted. In two weeks, I'm moving to London." Harper froze, clearly shocked by my sudden decision. "So sudden? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I offered a bitter smile, not wanting to hide anything from her. "I just decided. When I saw him earlier, my heart still ached for some reason. But I can see he doesn't love me at all. His voice was filled with disgust, and his face was so cold." Harper quickly tried to comfort me. "No, Ethan actually cares about you. Don't make a rash decision!" "Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed over to see you. Back then, all those finance study materials I gave you? He actually compiled them for you himself. And last time..." I shook my head, my eyes calm and clear. "Harper, it doesn't matter. I don't love him anymore." Harper was stunned into silence. Yes. The Chloe who loved Ethan Hayes to death had already died when he pushed her down those stairs. But the day before my discharge, an unexpected guest arrived in my ward, wearing a sweet, gentle smile. I recognized her from Harper’s description. Ethan’s first love, Veronica. "I heard you have amnesia?"

I was a bit taken aback. Because of Ethan, my relationship with Veronica was bound to be terrible. I didn't expect her to visit me. Seeing that I didn't reply, Veronica wasn't angry. She sat right beside my bed and started bragging. "Sorry I didn't give you a heads-up. Ethan is just too protective of me. My stomach was feeling a bit off, and he was so worried. He literally confiscated my phone and forced me to take a nap. He only just left because of an urgent company matter, so I finally found time to see you." I nodded, my voice flat. "Thank you for coming. Since you're sick, you should rest more." Veronica froze for a second, then her smile grew even wider, dripping with venom. "So... you really did lose your memory." "I heard that during the five years I was gone, you clung to Ethan like a desperate dog." "But even if you don't remember, I’m sure Harper told you how much he loves me. I really want to get back together with Ethan, but because you fell down the stairs, he has this lingering guilt. It’s holding him back." She tilted her head, the sweet smile vanishing to reveal pure, raw malice. "So, I need you to disappear from Ethan's sight, you pathetic loser." Before I could even speak, Veronica's eyes welled up, and massive tears began to roll down her cheeks as she sobbed into her hands. Before I could figure out what game she was playing, Ethan burst through the door with brute force. The moment he saw Veronica crying, he turned on me like a savage animal. "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?! Veronica came here out of the goodness of her heart, and you have the nerve to bully her? I’ve told you a thousand times, Veronica is my life. She’s the only woman I will ever love." "I actually thought you were behaving lately with your cold act. I didn't realize your tactics had just gotten dirtier!" I kept my composure and explained, "I didn't say a thing. Veronica came into my room and insulted me under the guise of visiting. There’s a security camera right there. Just pull the footage." Veronica’s eyes flickered, and she immediately sobbed, "Ethan, please, she’s still a wealthy heiress. My family is ruined now, I can’t afford to offend her." "If she says I insulted her, then I did. Miss Chloe, I apologize to you. I'll bow to you. Just please, don't be mad!" Ethan already loathed me for using my family's influence to chase him. Seeing Veronica humiliate herself like this made him lose all rationality. He pulled Veronica into his arms, cooing softly, "Veronica, you’re just too kind." He then glared at me. "Last time, she almost got physically violent with you. Thank God I got there in time. I thought falling down the stairs would teach you a lesson, but you're still as vicious as ever!" He spat out his warning. "Chloe, for the sake of your recovery, apologize to Veronica right now, and I’ll let this go!" I was shaking with anger. "I will not apologize! Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?!" "Ethan Hayes, I said I didn't do it! If you don't believe me, check the security cameras!" Ethan sneered, completely ignoring my words. He turned to the bodyguards standing behind him. "Check the cameras? Do you think Veronica would lie to me?!" "Since you refuse to apologize on your own, I’ll have to have someone teach you some manners." I had barely recovered from my head injury, and my physical strength was no match for professional bodyguards. Within seconds, they pinned my arms back. The brute force bruised my shoulders instantly, making me gasp in pain. Under Ethan’s cold command, the bodyguards violently dragged me out of bed. They forced my head down, trying to make me bow to Veronica. I was already suffering from a concussion and prone to dizziness. After being violently wrestled like this, my vision went black. My head slammed hard against the metal edge of the hospital bed. Warm blood immediately gushed down my forehead, blinding me. The pain was excruciating. "Leave her! She's just playing victim again. Today, she needs to learn her lesson." Blood blurred my eyes. Weak and dizzy, I collapsed to my knees on the cold floor. The bodyguards kept pressing my head down, forcing me to bow to Veronica. My forehead hit the hard floor repeatedly. Ethan stood there, watching it all with absolute indifference. It hurt. It hurt so much. My head felt like it was being shattered by a sledgehammer. My entire body began to convulse with pain. Eventually, I lost the strength to struggle and slipped into complete darkness. The last thing I saw through the blood was Ethan gently wrapping his coat around Veronica, whispering sweet words as he led her out. Veronica looked back at me, sprawled miserably on the floor, her face twisted in a triumphant grin. Clinging to Ethan, she silently mouthed to me: "You lose, b"tch."

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was Harper’s swollen, tear-stained eyes. "Chlo, thank God you're awake." "The nurse said if they had been a few minutes later, the second concussion and the blood loss would have killed you. You almost never woke up. That man is an absolute monster!" But Ethan was still her uncle. I didn't want to ruin her family relationships. I gently patted Harper’s head and let out a long sigh. "It’s fine. Let's just say I paid my debt for bothering him for five years." The day I was discharged, I went straight to the office with my resignation letter. "You're resigning?" Ethan looked stunned when I handed him the envelope. His eyes lingered on the white gauze wrapped around my forehead. His expression turned awkward, and he spoke in a stiff, uncomfortable tone. "About last time... I went too far. But you were the one who started it. Look, I’ll hand the Apex Project over to your family's company as compensation. Stop throwing a tantrum." I simply shoved the pen into his hand, my voice devoid of emotion. "I did nothing wrong. If you don't believe me, check the cameras. I don't accept your apology." Ethan’s face darkened at my rejection. He forced himself to say, "I know you're upset that I promoted Veronica to be the head of your department. But I made you the deputy head. It’s not like I demoted you. But on major decisions, you still have to defer to Veronica, and you absolutely cannot bully her! Otherwise, I'll—" I cut him off sharply, repeating my demand. "Mr. Hayes, your company's promotions have absolutely nothing to do with a person who is resigning." "Sign it." Ethan, humiliated by my repeated rejections, finally snapped. His eyes turned ice-cold. "Fine! I'll sign it! Do you really think I can't run this company without you?" "I’ve given you enough face, Chloe, but you threw it back in my face. Once you walk out that door today, don't you dare come back crying to me. Because I will never let you back in!" Ethan signed the paper and threw the resignation letter in my face. I didn't care to argue. I picked it up from the floor, turned on my heel, and walked out without looking back. Behind me, Ethan stared at my retreating back, suddenly falling into a tense silence. The day before my flight, Harper threw me a small farewell party. At the venue, I ran into Ethan and Veronica again. Harper gave me a helpless look, and I instantly knew Veronica must have wormed her way into the guest list. But with so many people around, I couldn't make a scene, nor did I want Veronica to start drama. I greeted them politely, but my coldness was obvious to everyone. Halfway through the party, I went to the back garden to get some fresh air by the fountain. "Why are you still throwing yourself at Ethan? Can't you see he only has eyes for me? All this drama about resigning and throwing a farewell party... do you honestly think Ethan cares?" I was done playing nice with Veronica. I spoke with sharp venom. "Didn't you two crash this party yourselves? I didn't invite you. If you don't like it, the door is right there. Leave!" Veronica stomped her high heels in anger and hissed, "You're the one who's desperate! You've been acting so cold lately, and it's making Ethan so distracted." "You and Harper are just a pair of cheap sl"ts trying to seduce him. If it wasn't for you two, Ethan and I would have been married by now!" A surge of hot anger rushed to my head. She could insult me all she wanted, but Harper? Who the hell did she think she was to talk about Harper like that? "Aren't you the cheap one? You ran away for five years when his family was struggling, and now you crawl back to beg for his money." "Ethan is Harper’s family, and you dare call her names? You're not just cheap, you're disgusting. No wonder Ethan’s grandfather refused to let you marry into the family. He saw right through your trashy soul!" "Slap!" Before she could react, I delivered a clean, hard slap to her face. Veronica never expected me to hit her. Clutching her red, swollen cheek, she screamed in rage and lunged at me. We ended up in a full-blown physical fight. "I said what I said! Do you think Ethan will believe you or me? You're a sl"t, and Harper is a trashy wh"re helping you hook up with her own uncle!" I found an opening and slapped her again, drawing blood from her lip. By the time the guests rushed to the garden, they had to pull us apart. Ethan, without asking a single question, stepped in front of Veronica and demanded with a dark face: "Chloe, apologize!" I was held back by Harper, screaming in fury. "Apologize for what?! She insulted me and Harper with the most disgusting words! Am I supposed to just take it?!" Ethan didn't hear a word I said. He looked at Veronica with pure heartbreak. "Chloe, I said, apologize!" "Are you deaf, or do you just refuse to see the truth? You believe every single word that comes out of her mouth! Pull the damn cameras! It will show exactly who needs to apologize!" Ethan’s eyes turned murderous as he repeated, "Yes. If Veronica says it, I believe it." "Chloe, I am giving you one last chance. Apologize!" I was so angry I felt dizzy. I broke free from Harper’s grip, ready to scream at him. "No! Veronica was the one who—" "Slap!" A massive force sent me stumbling back. I clutched my burning cheek, staring at Ethan in absolute shock. He had just slapped me in front of everyone. The entire crowd gasped. The looks thrown at me were filled with gossip, disgust, and even malicious satisfaction. Ethan pulled Veronica into his arms and barked at me, "That was just a lesson." "If you're still not satisfied, I will check the cameras myself later!" With that, Ethan led Veronica away, leaving the party. Harper was so furious she wanted to chase them down, but I grabbed her arm. There was no point. Right now, Ethan was completely blind to everything except Veronica. I quietly held my swollen cheek and left the party. The next morning at the airport gate, Harper’s eyes were red as she hugged me goodbye. "Go to London and focus on your studies, Chlo. I promise I will clear your name today!" I smiled softly. "It’s fine. It doesn't matter anymore." Ethan’s slap didn't just shatter my dignity; it completely killed any lingering feelings I had for him. To the current me, the truth didn't matter. The man named Ethan Hayes, along with my love for him, had completely vanished from my heart. I just wanted to leave this toxic place behind. Meanwhile, Ethan, who hadn't slept a wink all night, finally pulled the security footage in the morning. As he watched the screen, his face turned pale, and his eyes filled with absolute horror. He listened to the "sweet, gentle" Veronica on screen, her face twisted in malice as she screamed "sl"t" and "wh"re." His hands began to shake violently. Ethan suddenly realized he had made a horrific, irreversible mistake. A wave of intense panic washed over him. His hands trembled so much he could barely hold his phone. He tried to call my number, only to realize he had been blocked. He hurriedly dialed Harper’s number. "Harper... I think I misunderstood Chloe."

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