All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

It felt incredible to know that someone truly cared about me, enough to give me the courage to face whatever life threw my way. ... I spent the whole day buzzing with excitement. Even Mary caught my mood and ended up making a few extra dishes for dinner. After we ate, I stayed behind and asked her to teach me how to use beauty filter apps. Mary might be over fifty, but when it came to phones, she ran circles around me. She was incredibly patient too, spending two full hours teaching me. In those two hours, my internet skills basically jumped from the Stone Age to lightning speed. She even showed me how to snag freebies from various apps. Honestly, a weird skill set to pick up, but I wasn't complaining. I got completely hooked, scrolling through all sorts of magical apps. If night hadn’t fallen, I probably would’ve kept going until sunrise.Just as my eyes started burning from staring at my phone, Pierse called. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Eve,

She said coldly, "Fine. Let’s talk money. How much do you want?" I met her gaze without flinching. "I’ve said it a thousand times. I just want back what’s rightfully mine. You can call it shares if you want." Abby’s expression suddenly turned vicious. "Shares? Impossible! Do you even realize how much those shares are worth now…" She caught herself just in time, her eyes darting around guiltily. I sneered inwardly. The entire Moore family was shameless. The son and the mother were all the same. They knew exactly how much my original investment of one hundred million was worth now, and they still had the nerve to think they could throw me crumbs and make me disappear. If it weren’t for Richard telling me the truth, I probably still wouldn’t know that a huge chunk of Moore Group’s wealth was tied to my money. We stood locked in a silent standoff. Then Abby said, "Fine. We’ll return the one hundred million. But you must leave Moore Group." I let out a soft laugh. "One

Julian asked quietly, "Is there really no way back for us?" I sneered. "And how exactly would we go back? You kick Chloe out and pretend nothing ever happened? Then what, you come running back to me like it's all fine?" Julian looked at me, deadly serious. "Would that be enough?" I raised my voice. "Of course not! I don’t love you anymore! My love was a joke. And now I’ve finally woken up. I’ve forgotten everything between us completely." Fury roared through me, burning so bright it practically lit me up. I didn’t realize just how much it showed. But Julian did—his eyes grew darker, more desperate. He moved closer, and in my anger, I didn’t even notice the danger. Julian’s voice was low and rough. "Eve, I was wrong. I should’ve realized back then how much you loved me. You cared about the company for me. You cooked for me. You ran around for me. If it wasn’t for you... Moore Group would have never reached where it is today..." I couldn’t listen to another word. I t

I’m sorry for who I was back then. Pierse hesitated before continuing, "When things between you and my brother were at their worst, Chloe came back from abroad. "That’s when I realized your fights were all because of her. I actually went to find her... tried to warn her not to mess with you two. But Chloe..." He lowered his head in shame. "She said a lot of things I didn’t really understand. And somehow, I ended up believing her." I gave a small, bitter smile. "It’s not your fault. You were too young. And I’m sure I must have been completely out of control back then." Pierse was quiet for a long time before he spoke again. "After you found out Chloe was back, it got even worse. You started following my brother around, even following Chloe. You hired private investigators. I don’t know all the details, but... it got really messy."My brother lost all patience with you. Just hearing your name would set him off. You guys fought harder, worse. Once, you got so worked up you gr

I drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain in my head unbearable, like something inside was about to explode. It was a kind of agony worse than dying. Through the haze, I could hear Pierse’s voice right by my ear, desperate and pleading. "Eve, stay with me... Eve, don’t pass out..." I fought to stay awake, clinging to the sound of his voice. Half an hour later, Joseph rushed in, urgency written all over his face. "Get her to the hospital, now! We can’t waste any more time!" He pressed an ice pack against my forehead, his expression tense. "How are you feeling?" I shook my head weakly, my voice hoarse. "Not good... I feel like... I’m dying..." Joseph’s face darkened. "You’re not dying. Tell me exactly what you’re feeling—this is important." Tears streamed down my cheeks. "My head... it’s going to explode. It hurts... it hurts so much..." Without hesitation, Joseph administered an injection, working quickly. "Don’t be scared. You’re going to be okay. We’r