My Amnesiac Husband Asked for Divorce, I Laughed and Walked Away Chapter 09

My Amnesiac Husband Asked for Divorce, I Laughed and Walked Away Chapter 09

Serena wanted to meet. 

At the same café where we’d signed the divorce. 

papers. 

I almost said no. 

Serena: [If you don’t come, I’ll tell everyone Fletcher 

hit me with his car. Imagine the headlines 

-‘Fletcher Caldwell Commits Intentional Harm.] 

I went. 

She sat by the window, makeup flawless, but 

shadows under her eyes–she hadn’t been 

sleeping either. 

“You came,” she said, stirring her coffee. “I thought 

you’d be too scared.” 

“Just say what you want, Miss Shaw.” 

She set down the spoon and smiled. “Tessa, don’t 

get too comfortable. He only issued that 

statement for the Caldwell family’s reputation. Do 

you really think he’s remembered loving you?” 

I leaned back. “Is that all you called me here to 

say?” 

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Do you know why Fletcher’s car accident was so conveniently timed–why it just happened to need your rare blood type?” 

I went cold. 

“I told Fletcher about you,” she said, smiling 

without humor. “I told him the new admin had a 

special blood type–could save his life if he ever needed it. I figured he’d owe you, and later I could use him to get rid of you. But instead…” She 

scoffed. “He became your number–one fan 

because you saved him. The Caldwell brothers- 

both idiots.” 

I gripped my cup. 

“Serena. Do you know why you could never keep 

Finn?” 

Her smile faded. 

“Because you’re always scheming.” I stood up, looking down at her. “You schemed against him, against Fletcher, against everyone. But you 

missed one thing.” 

“Finn has never liked being manipulated. He broke up with you because you cheated. He never 

mentioned you because he didn’t think you were 

worth mentioning.” 

Her face went white. 

“You-” 

“Don’t get worked up,” I said, echoing her earlier tone. “Your pretty face doesn’t look good angry, Miss Shaw.” 

I turned to leave. 

She shouted from behind me: “Tessa! Even if he gets his memory back, you think he’ll go back to loving you? He stopped loving you a long time ago! He’s only staying because of obligation-” 

I stopped and looked back. 

“Serena.” 

“Everything you’ve done since you came back has pushed him closer to me. You thought you were taking him away. But you were delivering him right back.” 

“Thank you for that.” 

I pushed through the door and stepped outside. 

Behind me, a coffee cup slammed against the table. 

I stood on the steps, autumn wind cutting through my collar. But my spine was straight. 

Across the street, a black Maybach was parked. Window half–down, revealing Finn’s profile. He held. his phone to his ear, brow tight–like he was handling something urgent. 

When had he arrived? Had he followed Serena–or 

me? 

He glanced up, through the traffic and the crowd, 

and found me. 

He lowered the phone. Got out. Crossed the 

street. 

“What did she want?” he asked. 

“Catching up.” 

He clearly didn’t believe me. “What did she say?” 

“Nothing. Just wished me a smooth prenatal 

checkup.” 

Finn was quiet for a second. Then he reached out and pulled my coat collar closed. 

“It’s windy. Get in the car.” 

“Were you following me?” 

“I waited outside,” he said. “I thought she might give you trouble.” 

I looked at him–and suddenly felt like laughing 

and crying at once. 

“Finn.” 

“Yeah?” 

“You used to do this too. Every time I went out, 

you’d ask where, with who, when I’d be back. I said 

you were annoying. You said-” 

“What did I say?” 

“You said, ‘I married you to cherish you, not to let 

anyone bully you.” 

He stared at me. Then slowly, the corner of his 

mouth curved. 

“Sounds like I was right.”