When His First Love Called I Filed For Divorce

On the third day after my husband lost his memory, I asked him for a divorce. He agreed instantly, as if it were the easiest decision in the world. Although he seemed to have forgotten me, he somehow remembered his freshly divorced first love, Zayla. My request for a divorce conveniently set them free to be together.

A month later, he found me with his medical records in hand. "We have a child," he said, eyes tinged with red.

I nodded. "Yes, we had a child."

"What happened to the child?" he asked, his voice trembling.

I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. "I let it go, just like I let you go. Why would I keep a child when I didn’t even want you? I ended the pregnancy the same afternoon we went to the registry office for the divorce."

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Evander had a car accident on his way to celebrate Zayla's divorce with her. He wasn’t physically hurt—just a head injury. When he woke up, it was as if he remembered everyone except me. Zayla was there, tears streaming down her face, and he was gently comforting her.

I sat at the side, skimming the oil off his chicken soup so it wouldn’t be too greasy for him. After two days of constant visitors, things finally quieted down.

I watched him rub his forehead and said softly, "The doctor mentioned you might feel dizzy and nauseous for a few days. Maybe you should lie down and rest a bit."

Evander opened his eyes and stared at me for a long time without speaking. Just when I thought he wouldn't say anything, he asked, "Did I marry you because I loved you? Why am I only forgetting you?"

I was caught off guard, not expecting such a question.

"No, we were just college classmates. After we graduated, your family was pressuring you to get married, and I happened to have feelings for you, so we got married," I replied.

He looked puzzled this time. "You liked me?"

I walked over and adjusted the collar of his slightly loose pajamas. "Yes, I used to like you a lot. You were handsome, smart, talented—who wouldn’t like you?"

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, I couldn’t help but smile a little. "Go lie down before you start feeling unwell."

Watching him walk back to his room, I made up my mind. This man, no matter how much I once liked him, I don’t want him anymore.