Chapter 26
My calm mask instantly shattered.
I looked into Jim’s eyes. “Don’t tell him…”
My sincerity must’ve taken him aback, use he only looked at me in confusion. “Why not? If this were before, you would’ve been more than happy to let him know.”
I pursed my lips and answered, “Maybe I’ve changed. Is that not allowed?”
“That’s not like you,” he said with a shake of his head. “The old you would’ve never skipped a chance to make him feel pity toward you.”
He then let out a meaningful chuckle. “You’ve used this kind of ‘woe–is–me‘ ploy plenty of times before.”
I clenched my jaw. “Is that so?”
“It is,” he answered nonchalantly. “However, these tricks will get old if you overuse them, and he’ll eventually stop caring.”
I nodded in affirmation. “Then, don’t tell him about this. He won’t believe it anyway.”
Jim’s gaze rested on me heavily, his eyes filled with scrutiny. “You’re really different from before. It’s quite the drastic change.”
“Really?” I asked while glancing at my wrist. I had been deliberately avoiding that wound these past few
days.
The cut had been deep, and it was obvious that I had truly intended to end my life.
I couldn’t remember the years I had spent married, but I knew that my 25–year–old self clearly had to be in helpless despair to want to end it all.
Jim suddenly narrowed his eyes at me. “The biggest change seems to be that… You’ve forgotten a lot of
things?”
I shuddered, and my expression fell. I didn’t want him to know that.
After a while, I replied nonchalantly, “Really? Well, those weren’t particularly happy memories anyway. I wanted to forget them and start anew.”
He didn’t press further and merely tapped his finger on the desk before continuing, “Starting over isn’t a bad idea. Make a good life with Jonathan, and stop throwing meaningless tantrums. I promise I’ll keen this secret for you, but I also suggest you be as honest as possible with him and talk things through properly.”
I frowned. “There’s nothing to talk about. This is a personal matter, and it doesn’t concern you. But I am thankful that you’re keeping my secret.”
In the end, he didn’t say anything more.
You can leave. I’ll have my assistant change your dressings from now on.”
Alright. Thank you.”
When I got to the car, Jonathan was already waiting for me there after having gotten my medication. His gaze swept over me when he saw me get in, and he told the driver, “To the Ford Manor.”
“Yes, sir.”
I frowned in displeasure. “I don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“That’s not my home. We’re about to get divorced anyway, so why do I need to go?”
He looked at me coldly. “How many times have I told you–you can throw as many tantrums as you want, but stop bringing up divorce.”
“And how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not throwing a tantrum!”
Clearly getting irritated, Jonathan cut me off. “There’s no need to go to the hospital anymore. Jim said that you’ve just been under a lot of stress lately, and you just need to rest at home.”
I exhaled a deep breath upon hearing that. I couldn’t help but feel like Jim had caught onto something.
I had no idea why I had lost my memories–I had no clue about anything in that field. But Jim was a doctor, after all, so he had to know something.
He and Jonathan were quite close friends, too, so I hadn’t expected him to actually keep my secret. My distaste for him lessened a little when I came to this conclusion. But only just a little.
After saying what he wanted to say, Jonathan started to work. He read documents and didn’t say one word to me the rest of the ride.
I glanced over at him. He truly was quite focused while working.
He didn’t look up at me, but he somehow knew I was looking at him. “Stop staring at me,” he said flatly.
I quickly averted my gaze and didn’t say anything, but I felt a bit annoyed with myself.
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