My Husband Chased Me Back After I Lost My Memory

When I woke up, I found myself in an incredibly vast room. I stared at the strange man standing before me. "I'm telling you, Angelita, faking a suicide won't fly. You might as well save your energy," he said. My mind was in a frenzy, desperately trying to dredge up any memories associated with this man. Just then, I caught sight of a wedding photo beside me. It appeared that this man was my husband. The man slammed the door shut and strode into the bathroom, leaving me thoroughly confused. I frantically searched on the navigation. This place was Azurecrest Manor, and within a radius of several kilometers, there was only this single building. I scoured the internet. The owner of the villa was William, the world's wealthiest man. However, there was no news anywhere online about my marriage to him.

Instead, there were a ton of tabloid stories. The internet sensation Angelita had pulled all kinds of crazy stunts to get William's attention, but all she'd managed to do was make him increasingly disgusted. Angelita, that internet celeb, had become the butt of jokes for going after the tycoon. Angelita, the online star, had badmouthed Kamelia and even threatened William with suicide. This was the last bit of news I could dig up, just a few days back. Next up, there was this really eye - catching story about William dating the goddess Kamelia. Seemed like this was a classic love - triangle situation. Before I could even begin to figure out what the heck I should do now, William walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. I quickly covered my eyes. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" With a quick sweep of his big hand, he wrapped his arm around my waist and yanked me into his embrace. "William!" I shouted. "Get your hands off me!"

A momentary look of astonishment flashed in William's eyes.

But it was quickly replaced by impatience.

"Angelita, stop acting like this," he sneered.

His grip was so strong that it happened to press right on the wound from my suicide attempt by cutting my wrist.

A sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't help but wince.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Suddenly, William withdrew his hand, spun me around, and embraced me from behind.

"I'll let this pass for now, but don't you ever dare to fake suicide to threaten me again."

I struggled a bit, but William tightened his hold, clearly not allowing me to retort.

When I woke up the next day, William was no longer by my side.

I casually put on some clothes and went downstairs.

There he was, already sipping his morning tea at the dining table.

The butler, standing beside him, greeted me, "Good morning." I stood there, frozen. William didn't even lift his head as he said, "Come down and have some morning tea."

Despite being just a simple morning tea, the spread was so lavish that it left me astounded.

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