My Husband Faked Amnesia After Cheating, I Left

I came home from a night shift and caught my husband in bed with his secretary.

After the screaming and the chaos, I ran out like a woman losing her mind. Derek chased after me.

We ended up at the river, fighting. Somehow we both fell in. He nearly drowned trying to save me—the doctors said the oxygen deprivation had caused severe brain damage.

When he woke up, he could barely function. No memory. No independence. He followed me around like a lost child.

"Wifey, don't leave me. I'm scared."

Looking at that helpless, broken man, I gritted my teeth and held this family together. The secretary vanished without a trace.

Six years passed. Derek slowly seemed to recover. He was gentle with me, attentive, loving. I even got pregnant with our second child.

Then came the family dinner.

Derek knocked back two glasses of whiskey and suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his face twisted with frustration.

"My oldest boy is already in first grade, and I haven't made it to a single parent-teacher conference!"

I thought his brain was glitching again.

MY sister-in-law Vanessa rushed to cover his mouth, but he shoved her away and let out a cold laugh.

"You really thought the water scrambled my brains?"

"Chloe gave me a son. I haven't forgotten about him for a single day!"

"So you're not actually brain-damaged?"

I stared at Derek in disbelief.

Derek yanked off his tie—the Hermes tie I'd just bought him yesterday—and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

"You think pretending to be an idiot for six years was easy?" He leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of contempt. "If I hadn't played dumb, would you have willingly picked up all the mess at home? Would you have worked yourself half to death making money and paying off debts?"

My whole body trembled with rage.

Six years ago, he'd fallen into the water trying to save me. The doctors said he might never wake up.

I'd endured everyone's scorn, staying by his bedside day and night.

When he finally woke up, he had the mental capacity of a three-year-old.

I swallowed my disgust, kicked out Chloe—the secretary I'd caught rolling around in bed with him—and took care of him like he was my own child while simultaneously taking over his company, which was on the brink of bankruptcy.

For six years, I never got a full night's sleep. I single-handedly took that company public.

And now he was telling me it was all an act?

The private dining room door banged open.

A woman in a Chanel suit walked in, leading a little boy by the hand.

She wore flawless makeup. It was Chloe—who had vanished without a trace six years ago.

"Daddy!" The boy wrenched free from Chloe's grip and threw himself into Derek's arms.

Derek scooped him up and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. "There's my good boy! Daddy missed you so much!"

Margaret, who moments ago had