Part 2Gave My Amnesiac Husband to His Mistress

Vivian pulled me out of the hospital room, asking in surprise: "Why did you lie to him?"

I simply said calmly: "I know the person he loves is you."

Seeing her conflicted expression, I added: "Don't worry, we're not legally married yet."

She pressed on: "You've struggled alongside him for seven years. Are you really willing to just hand him over to me?"

I nodded peacefully. "There's nothing to be unwilling about."

I should even thank you.

The moment Adrian was hit by that car, fragments suddenly flashed through my mind.

I saw Adrian's future—endless arguments because of Vivian.

Because even though he'd lost his memory, his subconscious still loved Vivian.

After recovering his memory, he finally realized the person he truly loved was Vivian.

To make it up to her, he personally sent me—the obstacle preventing their reconciliation—to a psychiatric hospital.

In the end, I died in a mysterious fire, my body completely destroyed.

After seeing my own ending, I suddenly didn't want to keep clinging on anymore.

A flash of wild joy crossed Vivian's eyes, though she forced down the smile at her lips.

She bit her lip, looking reluctant:

"Adrian has amnesia now and really needs someone to take care of him. Since you insist, I'll help you look after him for now."

"But if he blames me when he gets his memory back..."

I cut her off: "I'll take responsibility for the consequences. You just focus on being Mrs. Bennett."

Vivian finally felt at ease.

She smoothed out her skirt and turned back to the hospital room.

I followed behind her, holding the payment receipt I'd just gotten.

Watching her walk toward Adrian, I felt not a trace of bitterness in my heart.

Only the lightness of setting down a thousand-pound burden.

On the hospital bed, Adrian's head was wrapped in thick bandages.

Seeing Vivian enter, his previously confused eyes brightened.

That look in his eyes couldn't be faked.

Even if his mind forgot, his heart would make the choice for him.

The second the accident happened, he instinctively protected Vivian.

And me? I sat in the back seat, watching the airbag deploy, watching him collapse in her arms covered in blood.

I should have understood right then.

Seven years of companionship couldn't compare to a single tear from his childhood sweetheart.

"You're my wife?" Adrian's gaze locked tightly on Vivian.

Vivian's body stiffened. She instinctively looked back at me.

My face remained expressionless. I even nodded slightly at her, mouthing two words:

"He means you."

Vivian took a deep breath, her face instantly filling with tender, heartbroken affection.

She hurried over and grasped Adrian's hand:

"I'm here, Adrian. I'm here."

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief and gripped her hand even tighter.

"You scared me. I thought I'd lost you."

"My head hurts so much. Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Watching this scene of mutual affection before me, I felt like a superfluous decoration.

In the past, whenever Adrian had so much as a headache or fever, I'd stay by his bedside day and night.

Feeding him water and medicine, wiping him down, giving massages.

He just took it all for granted.

Now, his eyes were full of another woman.

"Mr. Bennett."

I spoke in a businesslike tone, breaking through the intimate atmosphere.

Adrian turned to look at me, his brow slightly furrowed. "I seem to have some impression of you. You are..."

Vivian suddenly panicked, her eyes darting toward me in confusion.