Chapter 3

Chapter 3

This time, I had miscalculated.

I originally intended to take a one-day trip to the private island he gifted me, but three days passed without a single phone call from him.

I sat by the shore, the sea breeze blowing past me, as I checked to see if the GPS tracker on my phone was broken.

I even started wondering if a satellite had fallen out of the sky, never once imagining that something had happened to Shao Yuhan.

It’s actually quite nice. Now that he has amnesia, he’s forgotten me entirely.

When others told him he was already married, he simply waved them off with indifference.

“Then get a divorce. I don’t remember that woman anyway.”

With a few casual strokes of fate, everyone seemed to have found a silver lining in this disaster.

Shao Yuhan returned to being that cold, aloof, and noble CEO who kept women at arm’s length.

Shao Yuhan’s mother could finally fulfill her wish of finding him a high-society socialite.

And as for me, I was free.

I also walked away with eighty million-in US dollars.

Before I left, Shao Yuhan’s mother warned me never to appear in front of her son again.

“Yuhan’s previous obsession with you was nothing more than a psychological ailment. Now that he’s nearly cured, don’t even dream that he’ll still pine for you like he used to.”

I had heard rumors about Shao Yuhan’s psychological issues-a form of paranoia caused by childhood trauma.

Perhaps that was the reason for his fixation on me.

It made sense. What sane, healthy person would resort to kidnapping and coercion against a woman’s will?

Our three-year marriage felt like a dream.

Now that I was awake, the estate, the yachts, the diamonds, the Dark Room… they were all gone.

All I had left was the weightless sum of eighty million US dollars in my hand.

Shao Yuhan’s mother told me to get as far away as possible. I kept my word. I measured out the city furthest from Shao Yuhan on the map, booked the earliest flight, and flew away without looking back.

I settled down in this unfamiliar city, bought a modest house, and furnished it with some simple pieces.

Then, I found a relaxed part-time job at a dessert shop.

It felt as if everything was no different from how it had been before I met Shao Yuhan.

Yan Xun, the grandson of the shop owner, was a college senior who occasionally helped out during his break.

He enjoyed following financial gossip, so the shop’s small projector constantly played news about the scandals and anecdotes of various domestic and international moguls.

The next time I saw Shao Yuhan was on one of these news segments.

He had been discharged from the hospital. The media scrambled to capture his still-pale face, but he didn’t give them a single glance.

Cold, detached, and unapproachable.

A reporter asked about the rumors regarding his secret marriage and even produced a blurry photo of me taken from who-knows-where. “President Shao, is this lady your wife?”

Shao Yuhan glanced at it, his expression completely flat. “My apologies, I have no memory of her.”

Watching this, Yan Xun sighed from the side. “Professor Shao is in his thirties, right? I can’t believe he’s not married yet.”

“Professor?” I asked.

“Yeah, he used to be a visiting professor at our school. So many people liked him.”

“Why?” I propped my head up lazily. “Because he didn’t take attendance?”

“Because he’s handsome, obviously!”

Yan Xun said that men like Shao Yuhan were extremely popular on campus.

Refined, mature, gentle, and polite.

He rambled on, telling me stories of how the cold and noble Shao Yuhan had rejected both women and men alike.

These extravagant descriptions gradually merged with the icy image on the screen.

I remembered what Shao Yuhan’s mother had said to me when we got married: “It’s all your fault! Our Yuhan wasn’t like this before he met you!”

At the time, I thought she was being unreasonable.

How was I supposed to know what Shao Yuhan was like before he met me?

From the moment I met him, he was already a bastard who would stop at nothing to have me.

The kind of man who would lick my hand after I slapped him across the face.

Now, I suddenly had a moment of realization-

Oh, so this is what Shao Yuhan was actually like.

Psychological illnesses are truly terrifying. They could cause a pristine ‘flower on a high mountain’-someone adored by everyone-to go so far out of character that he would go mad for me, weep for me, and commit every despicable act imaginable for me.

Fortunately, he has forgotten everything.