The Ninety-Ninth Spring Goodbye

Vivian Grant lost her memory and forgot everything about me.

Her memory stopped in the year when she loved her ex-husband most.

No matter how the people around her tried to explain it, she still believed I was the third party who had come between them.

The doctors said her amnesia might be treatable, so I held on to that hope and refused to let go.

For three years, we got divorced and remarried over and over again.

We became the biggest joke in the city's elite circles. Some people even started betting on us.

They bet on when I would finally give up, and when Vivian would finally remember.

Then news of our eighth divorce hit the trending charts again.

Reporters rushed into the law firm with cameras on their shoulders.

They shoved microphones in my face, their questions full of provocation.

"Mr. Sterling, as a divorce attorney, how does it feel to have been divorced eight times yourself?"

The firm's sign was smashed. The commendation banners clients had given me were trampled underfoot.

Before I could respond, my supervisor fired me for damaging the profession's reputation.

"Julian Sterling, let me give you some advice. Have some self-respect. Stop clinging to Ms. Grant."

I clenched my trembling hands and suddenly felt exhausted.

They were right.

This time, I really should give up.

It was still pouring when I left the law firm.

I carried the box from my desk and went home in a daze.

The door was not fully closed. From inside came bursts of laughter from Vivian Grant and Nolan Ash.

I looked around.

The place was a mess. Clothes were scattered across the floor. The carpet was stained.

On the living room TV, the news kept replaying today's scandal at the firm.

When Vivian saw me come back, the smile on her face faded.

"You still have the nerve to come back."

Her mocking words reached my ears clearly.

Nolan laughed and kissed the corner of Vivian's mouth.

"Come on. You were together for seven years. Leave him a little dignity."

Then he looked up, raised an eyebrow at me, and smiled with deliberate suggestiveness.

"Vivian's ovulating today. She wanted me badly. You don't mind, right?"

Rain dripped from my hair onto the floor.

A wave of exhaustion rose in my chest.

I did not look at the two naked people on the couch again. I turned and walked toward the bedroom.

But the moment I pushed the door open, I froze.

"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you.

"This house is also under my mother's name. It has nothing to do with you. I threw all your things out.

"They should still be by the trash cans on the roadside."

Vivian's mouth curved upward. She had thrown on a jacket at random and was leaning against the wall as she watched me.

It was as if seeing me humiliated made her happy.

Pain clenched in my chest.

My soaked shirt made my whole body cold.