Two Souls, One Fate Chapter 2

I lay on the bed as seven years of love and hate forced themselves through my mind like a cruel film reel.

In the beginning, for those first two years, he had treated me so well it was almost reckless. That was how he made me fall completely.

For the first three years after marriage, Adrian still loved me.

Wherever we went, he held my hand, afraid I would suffer even the slightest grievance.

Everyone in our circle knew that Adrian Caldwell’s bottom line was me.

Until the fourth year of our marriage.

A car accident destroyed everything.

At the edge of life and death, we both tried desperately to protect each other.

Adrian jerked the steering wheel, wanting to leave the chance of survival to me.

I also unbuckled my seat belt without hesitation and threw myself over him, blocking the shattered windshield with my body.

Blood covered my eyes.

Before I fell into total darkness, I saw a woman in a white dress running toward the car through the window.

That was Aly.

Later, I was in the ICU, fighting for my life.

Adrian woke up first.

When he opened his eyes, the first person he saw was Aly, crying beside his bed.

That accident took away his memory.

He remembered everything except that he had a wife named Skye Harper.

Aly selfishly hid my existence and never mentioned the fact that he was married.

With her day-and-night companionship and intimate care, the amnesiac Adrian gradually fell in love with her.

Until the day he was discharged.

He was full of joy, wanting to be with Aly, only to learn from his assistant that he was already married.

Twenty-five-year-old Skye loved Adrian to the bone.

She had even almost lost half her life saving him in that crash.

What she received in return was his coldness after losing his memory, his violence, and his endless favoritism toward another woman.

I slowly fell asleep, my mind going blank.

The next morning, I opened the door.

Adrian was wearing an apron, carrying fried eggs out of the kitchen.

“Babe, I made your favorite runny eggs.”

Twenty-five-year-old Skye had forced herself to eat half-raw eggs for a year to match his taste.

But eighteen-year-old me was allergic to raw egg.

I pulled out a chair, sat down, and pushed the plate into the trash.

“I don’t eat undercooked food.”

Adrian’s smile nearly slipped.

“Isn’t this your favorite?”

“My taste changed.”

I got up, grabbed my coat, and walked out.

He caught my wrist in a hard grip, strong enough to leave a red mark.

“Skye, I’ve already humbled myself this much. How long are you going to keep making trouble?”

The forcefulness of a twenty-five-year-old man in power showed itself instantly.

I looked at him coldly.

“Aren’t you eighteen? The eighteen-year-old Adrian never dared raise his voice at me.”

His breath hitched.

He immediately released me and softened his tone.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m just too scared of losing you. Let me take you out to relax, okay? We can visit our high school.”

Without waiting for my answer, he pulled me into the car.

The car stopped at the gates of City First High.

Adrian held my hand and walked inside, talking nonstop about “our” high school memories.

“Do you remember when we secretly flew a kite on the field and got caught by the dean?”

I cut him off.

“That was you and your first love. I went to Third High.”

Adrian froze.

He did not remember the details of being eighteen at all.

He was relying entirely on the fake memories Aly had fed him, acting deeply in love with me.

He awkwardly changed the subject.

“Babe, I’ll buy you milk tea. You used to love the taro boba across the street.”

He ran over and came back with a matcha frappé with double pearls.

That was Aly’s taste.

He even casually accepted a tissue from a girl nearby and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

That girl was Aly, waiting there on purpose.

The two of them exchanged a knowing look.

I took out my phone and called a lawyer.

“Draft me a divorce agreement. As fast as possible.”

Adrian returned and handed me the drink.

I smashed it at his feet.

Green liquid splashed over his expensive leather shoes.

“Adrian Caldwell, we’re getting divorced.”

He finally tore off his smile and gritted his teeth.

“Skye Harper, you were willing to risk your life for me. Who are you trying to scare with divorce now?”

I looked at him.

“Done pretending?”