I'm Not Your Mother

"My parents and I came to visit you, ma'am," a sweet, childlike voice said.

I had a bandage wrapped around my forehead. I then looked down at my five-year-old son, Julian Palmer. He was smiling mischievously with both his hands held by two adults.

Yohan Palmer, well-dressed and standing by the side, seemed to have no intention of correcting Julian's way of addressing me. Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity.

The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny.

Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her.

If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three.

Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

Although he was whispering, he was loud enough for me to hear him.

I knew this was one of Julian's tricks. He was punishing me for scolding and embarrassing him in front of the household staff yesterday. He was upset about it.

This was just another of his usual pranks—he took pleasure in punishing me. But I no longer wanted to play along with his pranks.

Since I claimed to have lost my memories, I would just keep up my act and pretend that I didn't have a son and a husband.

"Excuse me, but who are you people?" I asked.

Julian looked surprised. He sounded somewhat anxious when he said, "Do you really not remember me? That's impossible! I'm your child—the one you loved the most!"

Yohan frowned. His gaze was cold and his voice was laced with clear impatience. "Stop pretending, Naomi. The doctor said you only had a mild concussion—it's nothing serious. Don't think losing your memories would get you out of our divorce."

"That's right—stop pretending! How could you forget us when you love us so much?" Julian looked just like a carbon copy of Yohan with his brows furrowed.

I only felt a headache creeping up.

The nurse knocked on the door before I could reply. She said, "The patient needs to rest. Everyone else, please step outside."

Yohan and Julian immediately left with Emily.

The nurse walked over and said, "Your husband just came earlier. He's now out to buy you some oatmeal."

"My husband?" I was confused. Didn't she just kick him out earlier?

The nurse gave me a wink. "That's right. I was actually in obstetrics and gynecology four years ago, so I've seen both of you several times. It's really hard to forget a couple so good-looking like you two."

I did have my prenatal checkups done at this hospital four years ago, but not even once did Yohan come with me.

The nurse continued, "Besides, your husband was one of the few who wasn't on his phone at all. He had been waiting anxiously by the door for you to finish your checkup. He's tall, handsome, caring, and attentive—we nurses couldn't help but swoon over him back then!

"By the way, who's the man and child from earlier? Although they were handsome, they had such dark expressions. I almost thought they were here to ask for a fight!"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yohan never attended any of the 14 prenatal checkups. Instead, the one who accompanied me was Samuel Spencer—my brother who was five years younger than me. He was only 18 years old back then.

I did not bother explaining the relationship between me, Yohan, and Julian. After all, we would no longer be related soon enough.

Before long, Samuel came in panting and holding a lunchbox. I was already starving—I hadn't eaten all day, and my stomach was starting to hurt.