Chapter 7

The divorce procedures were quick.

Not long after, Helma came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. She was speechless as she looked at the certificate in her hands.

She never expected to be a young divorcee.

Life was unpredictable.

She was still taking it in when Cole spoke abruptly and coldly. "Go back and pack your things later."

His commanding tone was out of habit, but Helma frowned subconsciously.

Cole noticed that Helma did not respond. He lowered his eyes to look at her.

Helma's expression was frosty, quite unlike the sweet, submissive face he had often seen before.

The only thing was, Helma was beautiful no matter what expression she wore.

She had been a somewhat plain beauty in the past, but now her beauty was vibrant, vivid, and full of personality.

A few seconds later, she spoke. Casual and indifferent. "Throw it all away. I don't care."

Cole raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a gentle and pleasant voice. "Cole."

Both Helma and Cole turned at the same time to look.

A woman wearing a light blue long chiffon dress walked towards them. She had a smile on her pretty features. She approached and gently took Cole's arm. "All done? Then, let's go."

Cole's expression softened instantly, and he responded gently, "Let's go."

Helma watched silently from the side.

She wondered what it would feel like to witness this if she had not lost her memory.

Although she could not recall, there was sorrow in her heart.

‘How could a man be touchy-feely with other women right after a divorce at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau?’ She thought.

Helma could not help feeling sad for herself for marrying him.

As Neve snuggled up to Cole, Helma retorted, "How shameless."

Helma muttered in a whisper so that the two could not hear, but it caught their attention.

Neve let go of Cole and walked up to Helma. She said with a soft smile, "Miss King, I heard you’ve lost your memory."

Helma could not explain the disgust that she felt when the woman was in front of her.

She did not show it. She just replied flatly. "Yes."

The smile on Neve's face grew. She stepped forward as though to hug, but she whispered in Helma’s ear. "But he is still mine."

Helma had goosebumps all over.

She figured, ‘Both this woman and Cole are insane.’

Straightening up, Neve asked warmly, as if nothing had happened. "Miss King, your makeup looks fantastic today. You know, I don’t usually wear makeup because I don't know how. Could you do one for me next time?"

"Miss, since you know that I have amnesia, you should know that I don't know who you are, let alone the fact that you don't wear makeup because you don't know how."

Helma only wore light makeup today. Her usually glamorous face softened to lessen the aggression, but her tone remained merciless.

After a pause, she smiled and said calmly, "Anyway, you should know what I do.

"I usually only put makeup on the deceased. Girl, there's no need to curse yourself like this, right?"

Helma saw Neve's expression change as she struggled to maintain a sweet look in front of Cole. Halma mentally rolled her eyes.

Cole said in a deep, displeased voice, "Helma."

Helma did not even bat an eye. Her tone was frigid. "You two can take your time being lovey-dovey here. Bye."

With that, she turned and left.

It was true that she only applied makeup for the deceased.

Helma was a mortician.

Simply said, she helped restore the appearance of the dead using makeup.

……

Unemployed for two years, Helma had to go back to her original workplace to ask if there were vacancies.

As soon as she entered the building, someone she knew greeted her. "Helma? Are you back?"

Helma smiled and nodded.

However, apart from the greetings, there was gossip.

"Is that Helma? The one who quit her job after marrying into a wealthy family?"

"Yes, I heard that she is quite capable at work, but the family she married into didn't like her profession and forced her to quit her job."

"She hasn’t worked for so long. I wonder how her working ability is now."

"There are many rules and taboos in rich families. Wouldn’t it affect their businesses if their daughter-in-law deals with the dead every day?"

"So, is she back to work now because she was kicked out?"

Helma's ears were sharp, she heard it all as she walked to the supervisor's office.

She thought about what she had heard, and it made her angry. ‘I was willing to lose my job to marry that man. A donkey must have kicked me in the head. Fortunately, I have amnesia and am divorced now. Just in time to escape that hellhole.’