You Hurt Me, So I Erased You from My Memory

Since there were no more relatives left at home, there was no need to hold a funeral.

I stayed by my father's bedside for a while, telling him about my mother and myself.

I talked intermittently until the early morning. Before leaving, I looked at my father, who had been motionless for ten years and said with a crying voice.

"Dad, I'm tired."

The next morning, my mother was cremated. Then, I put the urn into a box and took it home.

Along with it, I also brought back the divorce agreement I had asked someone to draft.

As soon as I entered, I bumped into Silas and the girls sitting at the dining table, talking and laughing.

"Sign it."

My voice was cold as ice as I slammed the divorce agreement onto the table.

"So, you ran away overnight just to get this divorce agreement, huh?"

"Juliette, you've really gone too far!"

I hugged the urn tightly as my head lowered.

"Silas, let's just let each other go."

"I don't love you anymore."

In the past, I would still argue with Silas, sometimes even fight with him when things got heated.

I would point my finger at his nose and question him, asking if the love he swore to me back then was just a joke.

Most of the time, I still held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping he would forgive me, hoping we could make our marriage work.

So, when he said he liked wild women, I learned to please him in bed.

When he liked innocent ones, I would wear his favorite clothes to make him happy.

But then, one woman after another moved in and my heart grew colder bit by bit.

Those tricks I used to please him became my shame and also became his way to humiliate me.

"Juliette, what's this you dropped ..."

"Lester Fox?"

Sue picked up the business card I had dropped on the floor and read the name aloud.

So, it was Lester.

Silas' lifelong nemesis, that nemesis across the ocean whom he had never met

Silas' face immediately darkened and he slapped me hard.

"So, you said you don't love me anymore because you found someone else outside?"

"Do you even know who Lester is?"

My ears were ringing and I couldn't even stand steady. The urn in my hand cracked with a sound.

Watching the ashes scattered in the air, I froze, unable to react.

I dropped to my knees instinctively, trying to gather the ashes back into the urn.

No matter how I tried, it was useless.

Sue even picked up the milk on the side and poured it on the ground. The others later followed suit.

The fine ashes instantly turned into sticky clumps.

"Ah!"

At that moment, my nerves snapped. I went crazy and raised a stool, smashing it towards Sue.

Silas didn't even have time to react before Sue fell to the ground, clutching her head.

"Silas."

"I'm in so much pain."

Someone called an ambulance. Silas dragged me along and forced me to stay at the hospital.

"If anything happens to her, you're going to die with her!"

That day, I was forced to give blood transfusions to Sue again and again until the doctor felt that no more transfusions were allowed.

Silas let me go, saying that it was my own fault.

I hid in my father's ward for those days and never went out.

"Here you are! Thanks to your blow, Silas is so good to me now."

"Is this your father? Why isn't he moving?"

Sue Larson, basking in Silas' favor, walked with a new arrogance.

She kept fiddling with my father's oxygen tube, asking me curiously what it was.

"Don't touch that!"

I pushed her away and she stumbled back a few steps, clutching her head.

The next second, she rushed forward and unplugged my father's oxygen tube. She laughed as she held it in her hands and played with it.