Hearing his laughter my heart ached and my hand trembled uncontrollably. I shoved them into my coat pockets to hide the shaking, but instead, my fingers brushed against something else. It was the diagnosis slip that I had put in a few days ago.
A wave of sadness and helplessness washed over me as I forced myself to nod stiffly. “Well, you have someone else that you care about.”
When the word left my mouth, both Jack and Logan Waldorf, who sat beside him, froze for a long time.
Logan was Jack's long-time friend. He had been helping Jack cover up his affairs for years. Sensing the awkwardness between us, he immediately laughed it off. “Come on, sister-in-law, stop joking. Who else could Jack care about besides you?”
I took a deep breath, stepped closer to Jack and looked straight into his eyes.
"Jack," I called out softly. "Do you really not recognize me?"
For a brief second, panic flickered in Jack's eyes, but he quickly looked away. A hint of irritation crept into his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember who you are.”
“If you really are my wife, I’ll compensate you, whether it’s money or something else, it’s up to you.”
"However, if you expect me to start caring about a stranger ... I’m afraid I can’t do that," he said hauntingly.
Good. Very good. A stranger, huh? Is this how he sees me now?
I lowered my gaze and stepped back.
“Then let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to stay married to someone who doesn’t love me," I said calmly.
I turned away. I did not want him to see the tears that welled up in my eyes.
After all these years, this was where Jack and I had ended up.
“No!” he said in a loud voice.
His unexpected response made me whirl around. There was a disbelief on my face. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes, but just as quickly, his expression returned to its usual coldness. He shrugged casually and said, “We’ll talk about divorce when I get my memory back.”
“There’s no rush.”
My heart sank.
By the time he “got his memory back,” I might already be gone. From divorcee to widow ... what a cruel joke.
“Do whatever you want.” I turned to leave, but just as I grabbed the doorknob, something occurred to me.
“Oh, by the way, since you probably don’t want to live with a stranger, I’ll move back to the house in West City.”
I opened the door, ready to walk out.
“Wait. West City, isn’t that ...?” Jack was about to say something but trailed off.