Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A few days later, I contacted the reporter who had covered the Jack Lin incident and asked him to bring the apology letter his outlet had published at my request back then. Whether Alex regained his memory or not, I first needed to clear up his misunderstanding of me.

After Alex and I got together, he'd cut off all contact with Jack—ending every business deal they had. "I don't do business with scumbags," he'd said back then, "especially not one who hurt my baby." He'd resolutely terminated all cooperation with the Lin family, even amid everyone's doubts.

"President Xie," the reporter said cautiously to Alex, "it was Jack Lin who had someone get Ms. Lisa Green drunk, took those photos of them in bed, and then contacted me saying he had a big story. I just published the photos and article he gave me—I had no idea it was all a lie! After he apologized, we published a retraction. We were innocent in this too, President Xie!"

Alex had always been furious about this incident. After taking down the trending topics, he'd cut off all business ties with everyone involved—even the studio that had run the false story had issued an apology.

When I contacted the reporter this time, I'd only told him that President Xie wanted to talk to him about the details of the Jack Lin incident. I hadn't mentioned Alex's amnesia. The reporter probably thought Alex was going to confront him again about what happened.

After the reporter finished speaking, he handed Alex the old apology statement and all the details about the incident. Alex took the documents and read them, his brows furrowed tightly. He didn't say a word.

"Alright, I get it. I'll keep these. You can leave now," Alex said after a long silence, looking up at the reporter. His eyes held an emotion I couldn't read.

"The whole thing was a misunderstanding," I said to Alex. "You even helped me when I was looking for evidence to clear my name. And look—our wedding anniversary is coming up soon." I handed him our marriage certificate. Right before the accident, Alex had been planning our anniversary trip. I hoped these things would jog his memory.

But it was no use. Right now, he'd completely forgotten me. The disdain in his eyes was gone, but it had been replaced by confusion.

He probably still didn't believe he could ever fall in love with me—after all, he'd once said outright, "Lisa Green isn't my type."

As I talked and showed him photos of our past, Alex's eyes grew confused. After staring at the photos for a while, he suddenly clutched his head and groaned in pain. I panicked and quickly called the doctor.

After examining him, the doctor told me not to rush things. "It would be best to take him back to a place he used to live—it might help his memory come back," the doctor said.

I wanted to take him back to our home, but his mom objected. "You don't even know how to take care of people! With Alex in this state, how can I trust you to look after him? I'll take him back to my place. We have nannies at home who can take care of him—can you do that?"

She was right. And I didn't want to quit my job, either. I'd kept working as a designer to stay close to Alex and to pursue my dream of designing. Alex had tried to get me to quit several times, saying he hated seeing me work so hard, but he'd finally given in because he knew how much my job meant to me.

I really couldn't give Alex the best care on my own—and to him right now, I was practically a stranger. So I had no choice but to let his mom take him.