My Ex-Husband's Memory Stopped at the Day He Loved Me Most Chapter 1

My ex-husband got into a car crash and lost his memory.

He reverted to a twenty-year-old boy, his memory stopping exactly at the time he loved me the most.

"Chloe, you actually became my wife ten years from now!"

Ethan hopped off the hospital bed, equal parts shocked and overjoyed, and rushed over to hug me tightly. "I'm not dreaming, am I? Holy crap, my ultimate crush actually came true!!"

I stood there, stunned by his embrace, feeling nothing but a chilling desolation in my heart.

"Ethan, you forgot. We got divorced last month."

I said softly, "And... you were the one who cheated."

* * *

It was New Year's Eve, and everyone else was out celebrating.

I was the only idiot waiting out in the cold by the courthouse doors.

I waited the entire day.

Until the clerks went home, and that bastard ex-husband of mine still hadn't shown up.

Damn it.

He was the one who asked for the divorce. The papers were signed. Playing disappearing games right when we just needed to file the final decree—was this fun for him?

Eyes burning with rage, I called him over and over.

It went straight to voicemail.

When the sky turned dark and the courthouse locked its doors, I knew I definitely wasn't getting divorced today.

I walked back to the parking garage in defeat, ready to drive home.

Just as I started the engine, my phone rang.

"Hello, are you a family member of Ethan Wright? We're calling from General Hospital. Mr. Wright has been in a car accident..."