After Losing Memory, My Husband Fell in Love With Another Woman

"Elena, I'm pregnant."

"This is the money Jack gave me. It's all for you. Will you leave him?"

The blonde girl's sheepish words pierced my heart like a sharp dagger.

Three months ago, Jack Morgan, missing for five years, came back.

He remembered everyone. The only one he'd forgotten was me.

When he returned, he had his precious Cinderella by his side.

"Elena, I'm sorry. I've forgotten you. Give me some time. I'll remember everything."

"But until then, I hope you won't make things difficult for Lisa."

Everyone urged me to be patient, saying Jack would get his memory back someday.

But his child arrived before his memories did.

I forced a smile, took the money, and slipped it into my purse:

"In a week, the title of Mrs. Morgan will be yours."

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1

[Today is our tenth anniversary. Please come back to the Beverly Hills villa. I need to talk to you.]

I sat in the car, sending Jack a text.

[Can't. Meeting.]

The curt, ice-cold reply stabbed at my heart.

Tears welled in my eyes, I could barely keep my emotions in check.

Jack and I were childhood sweethearts, from families of similar standing, and we’d been engaged since we were young.

From dating to marriage, we were the couple everyone in high society envied.

No matter how busy he used to be, he’d always put me first.

In the early days of our marriage, we were inseparable, always clinging to each other wherever we went.

Even our parents couldn't help but tease us, telling us to cool it a little.

He’d been back for three months now, but aside from that first day he returned, we hadn’t seen each other.

Most of the messages I sent vanished into thin air.

Back in the mansion, facing those empty rooms, I finally broke down, sinking to my knees as I sobbed.

I’d waited five long years for Jack, all alone in this empty house, and he was finally back.

But this house still felt so empty.

He was home, but his heart wasn't.

A sharp ring from my phone shattered my thoughts. I wiped my tears and answered.

"Mrs. Morgan, today is your and Mr. Morgan's tenth wedding anniversary.""This year, Mr. Morgan has an emerald and blue diamond necklace ready for you. Would you have some time to come by and pick it up?"

It was a sales associate from Tiffany & Co. on the line, Jack's favorite jeweler.

Before we got married, Jack had put aside a sum of money to pre-order a gift for every single one of our anniversaries.

"It's not that I'm being lazy or thoughtless," he'd said, "I just really love their 'Eternal Promise' collection. And hey, I've written you a letter for every year!"

Eternal Promise, a one-of-a-kind piece of jewelry each year, a vow to find each other again in the next life.

The jewelry and the letters—they never stopped, not even during the five years he was missing.

I was so thankful that this promise had been the crutch that got me through those five years without Jack.

The sales associate on the other end was still gushing about how exquisite this particular piece was.

I took a deep breath and told her I’d come get it.

At the very least, I wanted to see that letter.

It was from the Jack of ten years ago, written to me.