My Amnesiac Husband Asked for Divorce, I Laughed and Walked Away Chapter 06

My Amnesiac Husband Asked for Divorce, I Laughed and Walked Away Chapter 06

The day I was discharged, Finn drove me back to 

the villa anyway. 

I stood in the living room–six years in this house- 

and saw his ashtray still on the coffee table. 

“You stay here,” he said from the doorway, not 

coming in. “I’ll move out.” 

“Fine.” 

He paused, like he wanted to say something else. Then he just turned and left. 

The door closed softly. Like he was afraid of startling anyone. 

I stood there, looking at that door, and 

remembered the first time I’d come here six years ago. He’d stood there, reached for my hand, and said, “Come in. You’ll live here now.” 

His smile had been so certain. 

I sank onto the couch. My stomach felt heavy. I rubbed it and whispered, “Your dad doesn’t want 

you anymore. But it’s okay–Mom has money.” 

Eight million dollars was enough to give us a good life. 

Zoe called that night, her voice cracking: “You just 

let him move out? And he’s shacking up with his 

first love in a hotel? Tessa, are you stupid-” 

“He’s not in a hotel.” 

“Then where?” 

“He said he’s staying at the office.” 

She was quiet for two seconds. “…What does he 

even want?” 

I was asking myself the same thing. 

The next morning, I got a text from an unknown. 

number. 

Wendy Park: [Tessa, your pregnancy is all over the 

company. Serena leaked it–said you’re using the baby to force your way in. You’re now the number 

one schemer online. Congratulations.] 

I raised an eyebrow and opened X. 

Trending at No. 3: 

[#Caldwell PregnancyScandal] 

The top post read: 

[Finn Caldwell’s Ex–Wife Is Pregnant. Did She Use 

the Baby to Keep His First Love Away?] 

Comments flooded the thread: 

[Community college girl plays the pregnancy card.] 

[A substitute’s a substitute–without the baby, 

she’s nothing.] 

[Poor Serena. She comes back from abroad to find 

her man stolen by a girl with a baby bump.] 

I leaned back on the couch, fingers cold. Those 

words stung–but the one that cut deepest was 

“using the baby to keep a man.” 

Had I kept him? He stayed for the child. Not for 

1. me. 

My phone rang. Finn. 

I answered. His voice was low: “I’ll handle the 

social media stuff. Don’t look at it.” 

“How are you going to handle it?” I laughed. “Get PR to delete posts? That’ll only make it worse.” 

He was silent for a few seconds. “Tessa. I’ll fix it.” 

“Fix what? You don’t even have your memory back. You don’t even know why we got married. How 

can you fix anything?” 

My voice shook. I was trying to hold it together. 

Silence stretched so long I thought he’d hung up. 

Then I heard his voice–low, like it was being dragged from his chest. “I know I don’t know. But 

I’m getting it back.” 

I held the phone, saying nothing. 

“Give me time,” he said. 

He hung up. 

I scrolled through Serena’s feed. 

Serena posted: [Some things–time will tell right 

from wrong. I believe justice will never be late.] 

A photo of white roses. White roses: “I am worthy 

of you.” 

I flipped the phone over. The tightness in my chest 

made it hard to breathe. 

Mason: [Tessa, my company needs a content 

director. Interested? Forget the drama–come 

shoot stuff.] 

I stared at the screen. My nose prickled. 

Tessa: [What’s your company called?] 

Mason: [MCN. Just starting, but good prospects. 

You’d run content.] 

I took a breath. 

Tessa: [Okay. I’ll come interview.] 

As I hit send, something loosened in my chest. 

Six years in Finn’s world, from admin to deputy 

director, every step in his shadow. I’d forgotten I 

could still take photos. Forgotten that joy- 

standing in sunset light, camera in hand. 

Maybe it was time to be Tessa again. Not Mrs. 

Caldwell. Not a substitute. Not “that community 

college girl.” 

Just Tessa.