I got into a car accident and lost my memory.

When I woke up, I could remember everyone—except for my husband, Rowen.

My best friend, Charmaine, held up her phone in disbelief.

“Even your housemaid, Rosalie, is posting photos of her in bed on social media! Are you seriously still pretending to have amnesia?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but just then, a man barged into the hospital room, followed closely by a teary-eyed housemaid.

“Alicia, what’s with this tantrum now? Why haven’t you been home for days?” he asked impatiently.

I stared at his face. “You’re the man who’s been sleeping with my housemaid?”

His expression turned awkward. “It wasn’t like that... I was drunk that night, and Rosalie was just taking care of me. I didn’t mean for things to go that far.”

He hesitated, then added, “Didn’t you want a child? Since you can’t have one, once she gives birth, I’ll send her away. The child will only ever call you 'Mom.'”

I turned to my friend with a confused look. “Who is this man?”

Everyone in the room was stunned. They thought I was faking it. Charmaine, especially, looked at me in disbelief.

“He’s your husband—the one you begged your parents for three days to let you marry! You even used all your savings to help him start a business and nearly got disowned because of him!”

My brows furrowed. I pulled out my phone and made a call.

“You said you would marry me. I’m sick now. Why haven’t you come for me?”

Before the person on the other end could answer, the phone was snatched from my hands and thrown to the floor. It bounced a few times before going dark.

Rowen’s face was twisted in rage, veins bulging on his forehead.

“Alicia, enough with this act! Are you trying to provoke me with another man now?”

“I’m losing patience. Get up—now. The new company is launching, and you need to be at the press conference!”

He shouted so loudly that it echoed in the room and even tried to yank me out of bed. His irritation was plain as day, and somehow, it made my heart ache.

Charmaine rushed to stop him.

“She’s still recovering. She can’t leave the hospital yet!”

Rowen glanced at the bandage on my forehead, but his eyes remained cold.

“You’re putting on quite the show, but I don’t have time for your games.”

Rosalie’s eyes flickered. “What if... she’s not faking it?”

She suddenly reached over and tore off my bandage.

Pain shot through my forehead, and the swollen bruise was revealed. Reflexively, I slapped her—hard. The sound rang sharply through the room.

Rosalie looked at me, stunned, clutching her face.

“I just wanted to check your wound... Why did you hit me?”

Rowen immediately rushed over to examine her hand, noticing the red mark on the back.

“Apologize to Rosalie!” he shouted at me, his face icy.

My head was pounding. I held it tightly, not listening to his yelling.

But Rowen assumed I was being defiant. He grabbed my wrist roughly, his grip tightening until I couldn’t move.

As my sleeve slid down, a deep scar on my arm was exposed.

Charmaine gasped. “Rowen! Do you even have a heart? Did you forget that when you were kidnapped by thugs, it was Alicia who shielded you with her right arm and got slashed for it? And now you’re grabbing her like this?!”

Rowen froze. The scar seemed to burn his hand, and he quickly let go.

Trying to cover it up, he turned to me with a fake smile.

“Well, if you can’t attend the launch, then let Rosalie go in your place.”

“Really?!” Rosalie beamed and kissed him on the cheek right in front of me.

Rowen immediately pushed her away and glanced at me. When he saw I had no reaction, his frown deepened.

Rosalie was my father’s illegitimate daughter. She looked a lot like me and somehow ended up working in our house as a maid.

Charmaine showed me her social media posts—photos of her trying on my clothes and jewelry in my bedroom, standing next to Rowen at public events, playing the role of the perfect hostess.

Apparently, I’d confronted Rowen about it many times. But because I loved him so much, I always tolerated his defense of her.

The car accident that day happened because I saw him hugging Rosalie. I stormed out in anger and got hit.

Tolerate?

Even if I forgot who Rowen was, I never forgot who Rosalie was—a classic scheming little pretentious bitch.

“And who said you get to speak here? Like mother, like daughter—always trying to seduce someone else’s man,” I spat.

Rosalie burst into tears.

Just then, the doctor came in to ask for payment. Charmaine dragged Rowen out of the room.

As they stepped outside, I overheard the doctor grumble, “The patient has been seriously injured for days. And you, the supposed husband, just show up now?”

Charmaine scoffed. Everyone knew he’d been sleeping in our bed with Rosalie this entire time.

I checked my phone. On the day of the accident, I’d called him countless times. He never answered. I even messaged him, but Rowen thought I was joking.

Rosalie didn’t leave with the others. She came closer to me.

“Sis, I truly love Rowen. You’re already Dad’s favorite daughter. Can’t you just let me have him?”

I didn’t bother responding. “I don’t even remember Rowen. How many times do I have to say it? You like him? Then take him. Trash men and homewreckers belong together.”

Rosalie looked stunned, eyeing me suspiciously as if trying to determine if I was serious.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps approaching.

In a flash, Rosalie picked up a glass of water and smashed it on her own head. Blood began to trickle down her forehead.

She sobbed and screamed, “Sis, please let me go! I swear I’ll stay away from your husband!”

The door burst open as Rowen rushed in. The moment he saw the scene, he wrapped Rosalie in his arms.

“Alicia! You’ve gone too far! I left for just a moment, and this is how you treat your own sister?!”

“I was willing to wait until you recovered to hold the press conference, but forget it. Hand over the signet ring that represents your identity. Rosalie will take your place.”

I looked at him straight in the eye.

“Absolutely not.”

“Rowen, I don’t love you anymore. I want a divorce.”

Rowen froze for a moment.

“Divorce? You begged me to marry you in the first place! If anyone is going to bring up divorce, it should be me!”

“And if you hadn’t drugged me, do you really think your parents could’ve forced me into this marriage?”

“Drugged you? What are you talking about?” I asked with furrowed brows.

His accusation left me utterly confused.

Just then, the doctor came in to change my bandages.

Rowen's anger flared. “Still pretending? At the banquet—you gave me that drink and then...”

Before he could finish, Rosalie began to whimper softly from the side. “My head... it really hurts.”

Rowen panicked and quickly called the doctor over.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see her head is bleeding? Treat her first!”

But Rosalie’s forehead wound was already starting to heal, while the cut on my own forehead had reopened from the earlier scuffle, blood streaming down.

Under Rowen’s repeated urgings, the doctor reluctantly turned away from me to tend to her.

Watching Rowen fuss over Rosalie, a drop of blood from my forehead mixed with a tear and splashed onto the white hospital sheet.

I numbly touched my cheek, unsure why my heart ached so much.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of these senseless emotions.

After all, the only man I’ve ever truly loved was Jalen.

“Rowen, it’s almost time. We should go,” Rosalie said after sticking a bandage on her forehead. She shot me a smug glance.

Rowen immediately reached toward me.

“Hurry up and hand over the heir’s ring. Let Rosalie represent the Webber family at the press conference.”

The heir’s ring—something every Webber family successor possesses. Rosalie had always wanted it.

But my father viewed her as an illegitimate child, believing she wasn’t capable of leading the Webber family.

She’s hated me ever since.

Even so, I refused to give up the ring. I had to see for myself what this so-called press conference was about.

Rowen stormed over and forcefully grabbed my wrist, yanking the ring off with no regard for the pain.

I collapsed to the ground from the sheer force.

“Her wrist was already injured in the accident! You could seriously hurt her!” The doctor shouted, trying to stop him.

Rowen shoved him aside.

I instinctively tried to brace myself on the floor, but sharp pain shot through my arm. My wrist trembled uncontrollably from the strain.

Then, Rowen carefully placed the heir’s ring on Rosalie’s finger. She gave me a triumphant smile.

Cold sweats trickled down my pale face.

He hesitated for a moment before finally coming to help me up.

“Alicia... you know Rosalie’s had a hard life in the Webber family. You were given everything growing up, while she practically worked as your maid. She has struggled for so long. Can’t you let her have this one thing?”

He softened his tone, trying to reason with me.

I pushed him away and forced myself to stand, reaching for my phone in the corner.

“Rowen, you know how important that ring is to me. You’re my husband, yet you take her side over mine? I’m going to that press conference myself!”

He looked like I had publicly humiliated him. With a swift kick, he sent my phone flying farther away.

“So this is why you’re acting so strange today—you’ve found that man again, haven’t you?”

“Since you’re well enough to leave the hospital, then don’t bother lying in here any longer!”

He tapped his phone a few times, and soon, several men entered the room.

They dragged me out of the hospital and dumped me at the entrance.

Charmaine had just finished paying my bills. Seeing me thrown out, she rushed to shield me.

“Rowen, what the hell are you doing? Alicia is still recovering!”

But Rowen ignored her and walked off with Rosalie without looking back.

Charmaine took me to several hospitals afterward, but the moment they heard my name, none of them would admit me.

I couldn’t believe it—me, the rightful heir of the Webber Corporation—reduced to such disgrace.

“Alicia, have you forgotten? You gave Rowen the power to hurt you. You’ve always tolerated him. Your mother tried to warn you, but you cut her off instead.”

Charmaine shook her head, disappointment heavy in her voice.

Did I really love Rowen that much?

I touched my heart, and without hesitation, I whispered, “No. I don’t love him. The one I love... is Jalen.”

Charmaine froze.

“Alicia! Don’t you remember? You drove Jalen away—your own bodyguard—just to be with Rowen. After he left, he joined one of the most dangerous criminal organizations out there. No one even knows if he’s still alive!”

My pupils contracted—I couldn’t understand why I had no memory of this.

“The doctor said it’s just temporary amnesia. There’s still hope that you’ll remember,” Charmaine said as she quickly bought some medicine, dressed my wounds, and sent me home.

When I turned on my newly bought phone, a familiar number sent me a text.

[Miss, I’ll come find you soon.]

I hurriedly called back, but no one answered.

Just then, a news notification popped up on my phone—an article about the launch of a new company. In the photo, Rosalie was smiling sweetly at the camera, with Rowen’s arm wrapped around her waist.

Then, right there in front of the cameras, Rowen kissed Rosalie.

Disgusted, I shut off my phone and went back home. I called a moving company and ordered them to throw out everything that didn’t belong to me.

Since my memory loss, I could only rely on Charmaine to fill me in about Rowen.

“Rosalie always said she loved your master bedroom, your clothes, and your jewelry. And you gave it all up for her—just to keep Rowen happy.”

“Rowen said he loved your cooking, but that was actually Rosalie wanting to eat the food you made. She wasn’t a maid in your house—you were hers.”

Just then, Rowen barged in with Rosalie. He pointed at my face and roared, “Alicia! I was gone for one second, and you had to turn the whole house upside down!”

“Sis, these were all my favorite clothes...” Rosalie pouted, distressed by the pile of discarded belongings on the floor.

I ignored them both and continued directing the movers.

Suddenly, Rosalie clutched her stomach and let out a cry of pain.

Rowen rushed to support her. “Rosalie said she wasn’t feeling well earlier. We went to the hospital—she’s one month pregnant. And now you want to throw her out?”

“Didn’t your father say he wanted us to have a child? That if we had one, the Webber family would be completely handed over to you?”

“You can’t have children anymore. Once Rosalie gives birth, just treat the child as your own.”

I stood frozen in disbelief. Had I really heard that right?

“Bullshit! Rowen, I dare you to say that again—are you saying Alicia can’t have children?”

Charmaine screamed, furious.

That’s when the truth hit me.

I had been pregnant with Rowen’s child—five months along. Until Rosalie gave me a bowl of soup she made herself. Just one bowl and I lost everything.

I had been so devastated I wanted to kill her—but Rowen had stopped me.

“You didn’t protect the baby properly yourself! How can you blame Rosalie? She was just being kind, making food for you. How was she supposed to know what you couldn’t eat?”

He blamed me for the miscarriage. Worse, while I was hospitalized and at my weakest, he took Rosalie on vacation.

Now, Rowen’s face turned red, embarrassed at being exposed. He shouted angrily, “Can’t you just be more understanding of your sister?”

“You want to pretend you’ve lost your memory? Fine—I’ll play along. But don’t forget, you begged me to be with you. So now, you have to accept everything.”

“Rosalie is hungry. Go cook something for her.”

He waved his hand dismissively and sat proudly on the sofa with Rosalie in his arms—like I was nothing but their servant.

Charmaine looked like she was about to charge at them, but I stopped her.

She stared at me in shock, clearly thinking I’d still be as weak as I used to be.

I smiled gently at her, then turned and walked toward Rowen.

Smack!

I hit him across the face with all my strength. His right cheek immediately swelled and reddened.

Rowen clutched his face, stunned.

“I begged you? Then let me be clear—I take it all back,” I intoned coldly.

“This is my house. Now get out—both of you!”

Distressed, Rosalie hurried over with an ice pack to soothe Rowen’s cheek.

Rowen glared at me, his face burning with pain and rage.

“Alicia, do you still think you’re the only rightful heir of the Webber family? So high and mighty?” he spat.

“Let me tell you—your father officially acknowledged Rosalie today.”

What?!

I couldn’t believe it.

When Rosalie was brought home, my father had said she was an illegitimate child who could never be acknowledged. He even made her my personal maid and told her to behave herself.

He said I was the only daughter of the Webber family.

Rowen, reading my shock, gave a cold smile.

“Your mother saw the press conference today and was so enraged, she collapsed. She’s in the hospital right now—we don’t even know if she’ll make it.”

“Do you really think there’s still anyone left who will protect you?”