Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After Alex went home with his mom, I drifted through each day in a daze—going back and forth between work and my empty apartment. The baby in my belly seemed to sense my mood, though, and was always so well-behaved.

On my day off, I went to Alex's parents' house to see him. I froze when I walked in. Jenny Yuan was there, sitting with Alex and his family like she belonged. Alex didn't say much, but he wasn't as cold to her as he was to me.

Alex's mom had never liked me, but we were still legally married. She waved me in.

"Jenny just came back from abroad," she explained calmly. "She has no family here, so I asked her to stay with us. It's good for Alex—he knows her, so it might help him get his memory back."

I'd always known about Jenny Yuan, but I had no idea she'd even met Alex's parents. In this house, I felt completely out of place. Even though I knew Alex and Jenny were just in the same room together, my chest ached with jealousy.

After dinner, Alex and I went to his room. The air felt awkward.

"I know we're married," Alex said, hesitating. "But... in my memories, we weren't even friends. Until I get my memory back, I might not be able to act like a husband to you. But I will take responsibility for you—don't worry."

Alex had always been a responsible person—with his colleagues, and with me. But right now, I didn't want his responsibility. I just wanted him to remember me. Every time he looked at me with that indifferent, uncaring expression, it hurt more than if he'd stabbed me.

Alex's body had fully recovered, but his memory hadn't. I only went to his parents' house on my days off, hoping to jog his memory somehow. My prenatal checkups all went well, and I barely had any morning sickness.

During this time, Alex stopped being cold to me—but he only treated me like a friend. Sometimes, though, he'd stare at me in a daze. And whenever I looked back at him, he'd quickly look away.

Everything seemed to be getting better. But only I knew how much I missed the old Alex when I tossed and turned in bed at night. Lying next to him, I ached to tell him how much I loved him.

Alex went back to work at the company, too. For someone as talented as him, getting up to speed with five years' worth of work was easy. Only his personal assistant knew about his amnesia.

By the end of the year, the company was pushing to hit its performance targets. Everyone was eager to work hard for a good year-end bonus.