"Look… isn’t that Amelia Johnson? The top scorer from the University of Florida’s entrance exams?" a voice sneered from the crowd, sharp and malicious. "Who would've guessed she was this shameless behind closed doors?"

Gasps rippled through the lavish banquet hall.

"I heard she got into Donald's bed through dirty tricks. Maybe it’s true after all?"

"With her background? How else could she possibly get into the University of Florida?"

Amelia froze at the grand entrance of the banquet hall, her breath catching as her eyes locked on the massive digital screen at the center of the venue.

One by one, indecent photos of her, the ones she never remembered being taken flashed before the guests. Laughter, murmurs, and gasps echoed through the hall like the tolling of a funeral bell.

Her heart plummeted.

Her fingers trembled, clutching her dress tightly. Donald… you did this?

Henry Taylor shoved his way through the stunned crowd and bolted for the power supply. With a harsh snap, the screen went dark.

He spun on Donald, fury blazing in his eyes. "Donald! Have you completely lost your mind? Aren’t you afraid that when your memory returns, you’ll regret everything you’ve done to her?!"

Donald stepped forward, his expression colder than ice. “If you still want to defend her, Henry, then as my brother, I’ve got nothing more to say.” His voice was void of warmth. “But Amelia? She’s nothing but a filthy ex-girlfriend. Don’t ever mention her name to me again.”

That word "filthy" hit Amelia like a bullet to the chest.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile, her steps faltering. Filthy... She, who once meant the world to him.

The same man who proposed on bended knee four years ago, whose eyes once held nothing but love for her. The same man who swore to marry her the very day of their accident.

And then... everything changed.

He lost his memory. She lost two years of her life in a coma. And when she awoke, she found herself discarded like garbage. Her husband had moved on. She tried to salvage what they had. She clung to hope. She tried with God, she tried. But that night… she had been drugged. She had ended up in his bed again… and now this.

Now… humiliation, in front of the world.

She lowered her head. Her vision blurred as her eyes welled. Was this what I was fighting so hard for? This marriage?

Henry grabbed Donald’s collar with both hands, seething. "Are you even human anymore? If it wasn’t for your insistence on that marriage certificate, she wouldn’t have been in that accident!"

He shook him violently. "If she hadn’t shielded you, she wouldn’t have ended up in a coma! She gave up everything for you, and this is how you repay her?! She’s your wife, your partner! How is she supposed to survive after this?”

Donald shrugged him off effortlessly, his expression unwavering. “She took the blow for me? Fine. Then we’re even.” His tone sharpened like a blade. “She drugged me and climbed into my bed like a slut, but now she wants to play the victim? If it weren’t for Carolyn, I’d have gone much further than exposing her.”

Amelia’s gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto Donald. The disgust and revulsion on his face was like a dagger to her chest. The man who once shielded her from the world now stood as her greatest tormentor.

He’s gone, she realized. That Donald… died four years ago.

The murmurs around her turned venomous again.

“Henry, calm down. This is Donald’s birthday party. Don’t spoil the mood.”

“That’s right. Amelia’s the one who went too far. Donald doesn’t love her anymore. She should just let go.”

“Why is she still holding on so tightly? If she really loved him, wouldn’t she want him to be happy with Carolyn?”

“She said she’d wait for his memory to return before agreeing to a divorce. But what if he never remembers? Is she going to hang onto this marriage forever?”

“She doesn’t even come from a decent background. Donald’s family only accepted her because he pushed for it.”

“She needs to stop dreaming. Donald loves Carolyn now. What does she think will happen by clinging to him?”

Each word felt like acid on her skin. They used to be her friends too. But after the coma, they had all chosen sides and she was left alone.

They wish I hadn’t woken up…

She inhaled deeply, the tremble in her chest hardening into resolve. The ache in her heart dulled, replaced by something colder, sharper.

Lifting her eyes, Amelia walked forward through the crowd, the weight of their stares crashing around her like waves.

She stopped before Donald.

“Donald.” Her voice was calm, too calm.

She held out a sheet of paper, freshly signed.

“Let’s get a divorce.”