Semua Bab Ex-Husband Forgot Ever Divorcing Me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MONIQUESilence crashed over the room.“D-Divorce?”I stumbled back one step, the ultrasound photo crumpling tighter in my fist.Maxwell’s voice was final as he stared down at me with a cold gaze.“Yes,” he confirmed. “I already made the decision for both of us. The papers aren’t ready yet, but they will be.”The same man who once whispered I love you against my skin in the dark, who had touched me like I belonged to him alone… now spoke of ending us with the same detached efficiency he used to close a merger.I never saw this coming…Or maybe I did. Maybe, in the quiet moments, I had questioned it. The way they looked at each other sometimes—sparks that lingered too long. Behind closed doors, how many unspeakable things had they done while smiling at me, feeding me lies, laughing at my naivety?Elise tried to reach for me again, eyes wide and pleading.“Monique, I’m so sorry—”“Don’t touch me!”I jerked away so violently that Elise stumbled back with a sharp gasp. For a split second

MAXWELL She signed the divorce. The jazz in the upscale bar felt too loud tonight. I was on my third whiskey, barely tasting it. Denver leaned back in the booth. “Lunatic. If you’re already regretting it, then you shouldn’t have divorced her in the first place.” “I’m not regretting it,” I said, staring into the glass. “Bullshit.” Denver snorted. “We’re supposed to be drinking and having fun, but you’ve been staring into that glass like it owes you money. If you’re going to sit here and brood, then you shouldn’t have rushed the divorce so soon.” “It’s been years, Denver. Years of the same thing,” I muttered. “She just found out about Elise and Ambrose that day. What was I supposed to do? Keep lying?” “You could’ve waited,” he shot back. “You could’ve handled it better. Monique is one hell of a woman. Sexy, beautiful, and the most obedient, submissive wife I’ve ever seen. Never nagged you once. Most men would kill for a woman like that.” My grip tightened on the glass. “Watch you

MONIQUE“You shameless bitch!” Laurel’s slap cracked across my face the moment we reached the hospital. “What did you do to my son? What the hell did you do to him, Monique?!” She seized both my arms, her short nails biting into my skin.“L-Laurel!” I broke down completely, sobs tearing out of me uncontrollably.My eyes had been swollen for hours. My body felt hollow, drained. From the instant the truck struck Maxwell until this moment, I still couldn’t stop crying.His blood stained my clothes from when I’d tried to help him right after the crash. Passersby had rushed over the second they saw us. The hospital was only steps away, so he was inside almost immediately. The doctors and nurses still hadn’t come out of the operating room.My knees buckled. I dropped to the floor in front of Laurel. “M-Maxwell, he.. I don’t want to lose him… I can’t accept this. I'm sorry!”“This is your fault he’s in there right now!” she shouted. “Because you’re so desperate, this is what happened! All t

MONIQUE The doctor rushed into the room moments later, stethoscope dangling around his neck, with two nurses following closely behind. The tension in the air was already suffocating, and it only grew heavier as the medical team entered. Maxwell sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling, eyes half-lidded but unmistakably alive. That same lazy, heart-stopping grin curved his bruised lips—the one that had once made me forget how to breathe when we were young and stupid and invincible. “Doc?” His voice came out rough, like gravel dragged over velvet. “Why’s everyone looking at me like I just crawled out of a grave? And why does my skull feel like it went ten rounds with a semi-truck?” The doctor's gaze flicked with brief surprise before professional calm slid back into place. He crossed to the bed in three quick strides, checking the machines, shining a penlight into Maxwell’s eyes, firing off the standard questions. “I’m Dr. John. Can you tell me your full name, your age, and what ye

ELISE “The patient is suffering from retrograde amnesia,” the doctor declared. “A-Amnesia?” Even though I already knew it from the way Maxwell had been acting, hearing the doctor confirm it still made my knees give out. I collapsed at the side of the bed where he now lay, my body suddenly too heavy to hold up. “D-Doc, what does that mean? What’s happening to my son?” Laurel’s face was etched with deep worry.“In simpler terms, retrograde amnesia is a condition that makes it difficult for a person to recall memories or information from before a specific event, injury, or illness. The severity of the memory loss varies from person to person and may affect different periods of their life,” the doctor explained before continuing.“Based on my assessment, considering the accident and the length of time Mr. Maxwell Lohr remained in a coma, it appears he may have lost memories from the past several years. We need to determine exactly what events he still remembers. Once we establish that