My Husband Lost His Memories of Our Love

Abigail lowered her head and let out a bitter laugh at herself. He truly saw her as nothing more than a nanny.

She was done arguing with him, so she simply nodded and headed to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

Afterward, she made her way to the flower room to put away the pot of flowers, intending to take it later. But as soon as she reached the door, her gaze fell on Gabriella, who was holding the pot of ashes.

A sharp, ringing sensation filled her head, and her voice shot out before she could stop it: "Put it down!"

The command startled Gabriella, making her flinch. Immediately, Sebastian frowned, his voice sharp with irritation. "It's just a flowerpot. You scared Gabriella."

Abigail ignored his words. She didn’t care what he said. Her only focus was getting the pot back.

She walked toward Gabriella, reaching out to grab it, but Gabriella, sensing her urgency, pretended to accidentally let go of the pot.

The pot hit the ground with a sickening thud, shattering into pieces. Brown soil, black ashes, and white ceramic fragments spilled across the floor.

For a moment, the flower room seemed to fall into silence, the world frozen. Abigail stood frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Rage began to burn in her chest. She clenched her fist, and without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped Gabriella across the face.

A sharp crack echoed in the greenhouse, and Gabriella staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek, stunned and disbelieving.

Both Gabriella and Sebastian stood motionless, shocked by the sudden violence. Sebastian’s shock quickly morphed into fury. The day's building irritation exploded, and his face darkened with anger. He stormed forward, shoving Abigail hard.

"What’s wrong with you? It’s just a flowerpot!" His hands pushed her so forcefully that she stumbled back two steps.

Her vision blurred as she fought to steady herself. Her red eyes met Sebastian’s, now filled with rage. She watched as he turned away, pulling Gabriella to him, walking away with the broken pot under his feet.

Abigail stood there, her heart aching as she looked at the soil scattered across the floor, now marred with four distinct footprints. A tear slid down her face, slipping past her burning gaze.

She knelt to the ground, trembling as she gathered the mess into her hands, trying to piece it together. She carefully placed it into a new flowerpot, her hands shaking with the effort to restore what had been lost.

Once the room was clean, she took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number. "Hello, I need to draft a divorce agreement."

Sebastian was no longer the man she once knew. She had been the one trapped in the illusion of the past, holding on to memories that no longer mattered. She should have left long ago, but only now, after being scarred, was she ready to let go.

The divorce agreement arrived shortly after, and as she thought about when to give it to him, Sebastian returned.

He entered the room, sitting on the sofa with a stern expression, as if interrogating her. "Go apologize to Gabriella. You hit her too hard the other day, and her face is swollen."

Abigail’s frustration flared. He was being utterly unreasonable. A sharp, sarcastic laugh escaped her lips as she replied coolly, "She touched my things first and then deliberately dropped them."

"Deliberately?" Sebastian’s voice rose with anger. "Gabriella dropped it by accident. Even if it was intentional, it’s just a flowerpot. Does it really matter?"

His words stung, and it felt as if she were the one in the wrong. She stared at him, a deep sadness welling up inside her. She couldn’t understand how the man she once knew had become so foreign.

People’s hearts are so fickle.

She didn’t plan to tell him the pot had contained ashes. It was better if he never knew—some truths were too painful to remember, and revealing them would only bring more suffering.

Seeing her silence, Sebastian assumed she realized her mistake. He crossed his arms, his voice more condescending now. "If you apologize, this will all be over. Otherwise, I’ll end the contract of repaying gratitude."

The words felt like a hollow threat, and Abigail couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. She turned toward the dining room, her laugh confusing him.

As she entered the dining room, Sebastian was about to call her when he saw her return, holding something in her hand.