My Amnesiac Husband Regrets Ever Forgetting Me

In the third year of their marriage, Conrad Fowler tried to buy the city’s number one socialite. When his wife, Zara Dandrige, let the woman go, he flew into a rage and held Zara’s parents hostage on a cliff.

That night, she was thrown into the freezing ocean and left there for four full hours. While she was shivering in the water, he held his mistress and asked her, “Do you realize your mistake?”

Her biggest mistake in life was saving that amnesiac man by the seaside three years ago.

That same night, Zara went back to her room, printed a divorce agreement and dialed a longforgotten number.

“The bethrotal… I agree to it. But only if you can help me fake my death. One month from now.”

Zara Dandrige, a fishmonger, once brought home an amnesiac man. A month later, the most powerful family in Millford City came looking for him.

To marry her, he had gone against his entire family. With an iron fist, he silenced the old conservatives. Their grand wedding lasted for three days and nights. Everyone said Conrad Fowler was obsessed with Zara.

After the wedding, he spoiled her and made her the First Lady of high society.

But in the third year of marriage, Conrad lost his memory again.

“My family has a rule against divorce. Even if I lost my memory, you're still my lawfully wedded wife. That said, you have to tell me where Wrena is. Got it?”

On the cruise in international waters, Zara's hands and feet were bound, forced to kneel. There was nothing left of the elegant First Lady image on her.

Conrad grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

They were invited to a private auction that evening.

When the final item was brought on stage, the alwayscold Conrad Fowler lost all composure. In front of everyone, without caring about his wife’s dignity, he raised the paddle and bid for Wrena Lawson's virginity—the most soughtafter debutante of high society.

In that moment, Zara became a laughingstock.

Humiliated, she helped Wrena escape. Furious, Conrad ordered Zara to be tied up and dragged to the deck. Worse, he sent people to an island far away to hang her parents over a cliff.

In the video, her aging parents cried helplessly.

Zara broke down completely. Crawling on her knees, she begged, “It was Wrena. She begged me to let her go. She said she used to be the top debutante and couldn’t stand the thought of her first night being auctioned. She begged me to spare her. Please, let my parents go. You know how much they mean to me…”

“Zara, you’ve been very disobedient.”

Conrad's eyes were icy, like he was staring at something lifeless. He forced her face toward the screen.

Like a devil from hell, he said, “If a child is unruly, the fault lies with the parents. If you won’t tell me where Wrena is, your innocent parents will pay the price.”

“No…”

Zara's nails snapped as she clawed at the tablet, her screams drowned by crashing waves.

She shook her head madly, her face drenched in tears.

Wasn’t this the same man who knelt before her parents for 36 hours, not eating or drinking, just to convince them to let her marry him?

Now, the man she loved the most was threatening her with her parents’ lives.

As the cold wind howled, Conrad lost all patience and gave a signal.

In the next second, her parents were thrown off the cliff.

“No! Conrad, you monster! Dad! Mom!”

Her screams echoed across the open sea, heartbreaking to anyone who heard.

A sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat as Zara collapsed.

She had a long, long dream.

In it, her family owned an island. Her father was the most respected fisherman, her mother a famously elegant lady. Zara grew up adored and envied.

Then one day, she rescued a handsome man from the shore.

She nursed him, fed him herbal soup, introduced him to the sea breeze and cooked fresh fish feasts for him. Naturally, they fell in love.

Then, men in black suits came to take him away, revealing that he was heir to the most powerful family in the capital.

He went back, but defied his family to marry her. When his uncles opposed, he overthrew them and became head of the family.

Her parents didn’t approve, so he knelt on the beach for 36 hours until he fainted several times. In the end, they agreed.

At the wedding, someone mocked her as just a fish vendor unworthy of being his wife. Conrad dragged the guy out, cut off his tongue and gave her the highest status in the family.

On the third year of their marriage, he left for a business trip abroad. The night before, he pinned her under him ten times.

“Zara, when I get back, maybe you’ll be pregnant with our baby.”

But when he returned, he lost his memory again.

He remembered nothing of their three years together. Instead, he said he owed his life to Wrena Lawson, a downonherluck heiress who had saved him during a shootout abroad.

From that moment on, he was obsessed with Wrena.

Until Wrena fell into debt and became the final item at a private auction.

Zara woke up to the sound of soft sobbing.

“Don’t blame your wife, Conrad. I heard how much you loved her. You gave her a $10 billion dowry, built her a castle with wool carpets stretching for miles because she was afraid of the cold. When she said going back to her family was inconvenient, you bought 520 planes to fly her there anytime.”

“You bid for my virginity tonight, only because she loved you so much it drove her mad with jealousy. That’s why she threw me into the sea.”

The sobbing grew louder.

Then Conrad comforted Wrena in a voice so gentle it pierced Zara’s heart. It was the same tone he used to whisper sweet nothings to her.

When Zara opened her eyes, she was met with a cold, sharp voice.

“Awake now, Zara? So, you love tossing people into the sea? Now, let’s see if you like it.”

“Tie her up and throw her overboard!”

Conrad gave a cold gesture. His welltrained bodyguards acted without hesitation.

Someone tried to intervene. “Sir, she’s terrified of the cold. You once said no one was allowed to hurt her.”

“Conrad,” Wrena suddenly cut in, her voice trembling. “You seem to love your wife so much… then why bother bidding for me? Maybe I should just leave.” She turned and bolted, tears glistening in her eyes.

Conrad caught her in an instant. Without a second glance, he struck the servant across the face.

Zara couldn’t escape her fate.

As the icy water flooded her mouth, she summoned her last strength to scream, “Conrad! One day, when your memory returns, you’ll regret everything you’ve done today!"

She spent five hours in the water. Every time she tried to climb out, someone shoved her back in.

When Conrad finally allowed her to be pulled out, her body was icecold and her face ashen.

“Ma’am, Mr. Fowler wants me to ask you if you learn your mistake?” a servant asked gently.

Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.

Her biggest mistake was saving him three years ago.

That night, still soaking wet, she printed a divorce agreement, slipped it among several auction contracts and handed it to Conrad.

“Sign this,” she said.

“If only you’d done this sooner,” Conrad said taking the papers. “I’d still give you anything you want. Jewelries, cars, houses. All I ask is you to behave.”

He signed without hesitation, thinking it was just another auction contract.

He didn’t realize he had signed two copies of a divorce agreement.

After signing, Zara staggered back to her room and shakily picked up her phone.

“The betrothal… I agree to it. But only if you can help me fake my death. One month from now.”

That night, Zara burned with fever.

She dragged herself to the door, barely managing to push it open before whispering to the guard posted outside, “I have a fever... please get the doctor…”

The man stiffened, visibly uncomfortable. “Ma’am, please don’t make this hard for us. Mr. Fowler is spending the night with Miss Lawson and made it clear—you're not allowed to leave your room under any circumstance.”

His words hit her like a bucket of ice water. Every last drop of strength in her spine turned cold.

She thought back to their wedding night.

Her bridesmaids had playfully barricaded the door, teasing Conrad and refusing to let him inside. Without hesitation, he shoved in a gift box containing ten million dollars in cash and promised everything they demanded and more.

He even wrote a vow by hand:

“I, Conrad Fowler, swear that I will love only Zara Fowler in this life. If I ever break this promise, may I lose the one I love most forever.”

In the end, he knelt on one knee, slid the diamond ring onto her finger and kissed her hand over and over like she was the most precious thing in the world.

That night, they became husband and wife in every way.

The room had glowed in soft, golden light. He had fumbled nervously, whispering, “Zara…I can’t find it.”

“Don’t laugh! It’s my first time too.”

“Zara… you’re the only woman for me. The only one now and forever.”

But the warmth of those memories had faded into nothing.

Now, Zara sat slumped against her locked bedroom door, her body shaking with fever and heartbreak.

Conrad was probably tangled in sheets with Wrena Lawson right now. Why would he even remember that she existed?

Suddenly, a man’s voice roared from the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing, idiots? Go get the doctor now. The best.” Conrad stroded in panic. “I swear, if anything happens to Zara, I’ll bury all of you with her!”

In her delirium, she fell into a warm embrace.

She tried to open her eyes, but sweat stung them too badly.

It must be a dream. Conrad had forgotten their love. There’s no way he panicked for her.

Zara fell unconscious for seven days. When she finally woke up, her throat burned like fire.

As she opened her eyes, she saw a tall, striking figure at the door.

“Didn’t they say she’d wake up within a week? Why is Zara still out cold?"

“She should wake up soon,” said a different voice. “Sir, if you care about your wife this much, why fake amnesia and put her through all this?"

Zara's blood froze.

Conrad faked his amnesia?

She heard him sigh, “Wrena saved my life overseas. If I hadn’t pretended to forget everything, with Zara’s temperament, she never would've allowed me to keep a mistress. This is the only way.”

“Actually, I had her parent rescued. Her father broke his leg and her mother was disfigured. Don’t tell Zara any of this yet.”

Zara nearly choked.

Her parents were still alive.

As soon as Conrad left, she tried to get out of bed to find them, but her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.

“Zara, the doctor said your body’s still weak. You need nutrient fluids. I studied medicine abroad. Let me help.”

Wrena had appeared out of nowhere and forced her back onto the bed.

Without hesitation, she plunged a long needle straight into Zara’s arm.

Someone yelped.

Zara’s vision blurred. Before she could even react, Wrena staggered backward, then slapped herself across the face.

“I’m trying to help you, Zara. Why are you hitting me?”

A moment later, Conrad stormed in, scooped Wrena into his arms and shot Zara a vicious glare.

“You jealous woman. I was the one who wanted Wrena around. Why are you lashing out at her?”

Zara stammered, “I didn’t do anything…”

“Mr. Fowler, don't blame her,” Wrena said, tears brimming in her eyes, though triumph glinted beneath them. “She just loves you too much to let any other woman near you. Still... even if my family went bankrupt, I’ve never been humiliated like this before.”

“So what do you want?”

“Would have the maids slap her ten times, okay?”

Zara never imagined the man who once swore to love her forever would now crush her dignity just to defend another woman.

The moment he nodded, something inside her shattered.

“Conrad,” she said in disbelief, "we’ve been married three years. Are you really going to let them hit me for that mis–”

Her voice cut into a scream.

“Forgive me, ma’am!”

The maid slapped her hard, again and again. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her face swelling fast and her started to blur.

While the world spinning around her, Zara thought she saw Conrad lift a hand. “That’s enough. Stop—”

“Mr. Fowler, my face hurts so much. What if it’s scarred? Please call a doctor…”

Conrad snapped his attention back to Wrena.

Without a second thought, he picked her up and ordered the family doctor over.

Zara crumpled to the floor, coughing up blood after ten slaps landed on her face.

The pain was excruciating.

But the it didn’t compare to the agony in her chest.

Once, when a maid accidentally broke a bowl and a shard cut her hand, Conrad had summoned a dozen experts to treat her. He’d even made every staff member go through strict screening, with one rule above all: her’s safety comes first.

But now, that same man stood by as they beat her.

His love was too heavy to bear.

For the next few days, Zara stayed in bed to heal. She didn’t leave the house, barely stepped outside her room.

She secretly searched for news of her parents and finally managed to contact them.

After seeing them, she returned home to find Wrena bossing around the staff, throwing out her belongings.

She spotted a lucky charm among the tossedout items—one she had knelt for twelve hours to pray for.

“Who says you can to touch my stuff, Wrena? Do you have any idea how important that charm is to me?”

“Oh, really?” Wrena said coolly. “You know, you can’t always rely on lucky charm for safety. Try to rely on yourself once. Even with this lucky charm, you’re not always safe, are you?”

Right in front of her, Wrena ripped the charm in two.

Zara lunged at her.

What happened next was shocking: Wrena tumbled down the stairs and sobbed pitifully.

“Mrs. Fowler, I only wanted to stay here a few days. Why would you push me off the stairs? What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?”

“It wasn’t me! She fell on her own!”

Zara turned toward Conrad, who had just rushed in, tears spilling down her face.

She reached for him, but he shoved her away.

She lost her footing and tumbled down the stairs.

“Wrena! Are you hurt? I’ll get you to the hospital.”

He scooped up Wrena, not even glancing at Zara.

Panicked, Zara cried out, “There are cameras! The house has surveillance! Just check and you’ll see she did it on purpose!”

“So what if she did?” Conrad snapped. “Why didn’t you catch her?”

“If you could be a little more tolerant, Wrena wouldn’t have to keep hurting herself just to get my attention!”

His angry voice echoed as he walked out the door.

Zara lay at the foot of the stairs, her back throbbing with pain. Cold sweat drenched her clothes.

She thought her heart would ache.

But all she felt… was how ridiculous it all was.

Her husband actually thought it was her fault—for not letting him keep a mistress.

She was wrong for marrying him in the first place.

Zara stayed crumpled on the floor for over twenty minutes.

Just a month ago, Conrad had held her on the couch, brushing soft kisses across her brow. "Zara, you're all I need in this life. My heart is only so big—it can’t hold anyone else."

But now, he said she was the one who couldn’t tolerate others.

Her lower back throbbed in pain, but she forced herself to the hospital, got checked out, picked up medication and had just left when a group of nurses hurried past her.

“They say Mr. Fowler's handing out cash in the patient wing! His wife fell down the stairs and refuses to take her meds. Whoever gets her to take them wins a million bucks. Let’s give it a shot!”

“That’s not all! I heard he flew in the top surgeons in the country. I just want to see the drama.”

Someone bumped into Zara. She nearly fell but was caught just in time by the doctor who had examined her earlier.

“Oh, it’s you. With pain like that, no one came with you? What kind of family lets you go through this alone?”

She wanted to say her husband was with another woman. But the words wouldn’t come out.

That night, she returned home, lifted her shirt and saw her back covered in deep purple bruises. She tried to apply the medicine herself, but her hands couldn’t reach all the right spots.

She was still struggling when the door suddenly opened.

“You’re home? Wait—you’re hurt?” Conrad’s brows furrowed when he saw the marks on her back.

Before she could speak, he walked over and took the medicine from her.

“How could you be so careless? I told you—leave things like this to me…”

His gentle tone was so familiar, it caught her off guard. Her throat tightened.

Conrad realized he’d slipped up.

Just then, a maid called out from the hallway, "Mr. Fowler, Miss Lawson's bags are packed. She’s waiting. She said she’s craving some pork rib soup."

Only then did Zara snap out of it. He wasn’t here for her. He was picking up clothes for Wrena.

She bit down hard on her lip.

“Now that you’ve got the medicine on,” he said, “can you move? If so, go make some rib soup. Wrena’s hurt because you pushed her—she needs something nourishing. And your soup is her favorite.”

Zara stared at him, stunned.

Her blood ran cold. Even her fingers trembled.

“You want me… to make soup… for that mistress?”

“She’s not a homewrecker,” Conrad said, annoyed. "Don’t push me, Zara. Otherwise, you’ll regret for what I’m about to have done."

If Wrena is not a mistress, then what is she?!

Zara wanted to shout it out.

But she knew—her status, her wealth, even her pride, all came from Conrad.

If he wanted to take it all away, she couldn’t stop him.

Her parents’ fate was proof enough.

She spent three hours cooking that soup. Her back ached like it was being stabbed with needles. She could barely stay on her feet.

When she finally handed the soup over, Conrad said, “See? If you’d just done it, you could’ve spared yourself all the troubles.”

“Don’t worry. Divorce isn’t an option in my family. As long as you behave, no one can take your place.”

The roar of a sports car engine echoed through the villa.

Just like three years ago, when he brought a hundred luxury cars to take her home from the island.

But this time, he left her behind—and went running to someone else.

Zara returned to her room in silence.

She had lived in that house for three years. Every inch of it carried her presence.

The painting in the living room was her favorite. The garden was filled with blue hydrangeas she loved. Her scent lingered in every corner of the bedroom.

Over the next three days, she hired workers to tear out every flower.

She sold every luxury brand from the walkin closet Conrad had built for her.

She threw out all the perfumes, trinkets and antiques.

The Fowler Family might have never had a divorce.

But no one ever said she couldn’t become a widow.

“Conrad… when you faked your amnesia to fool me, did you ever stop to think what it feels like to be the one who’s been fooled?”

That afternoon, Zara had just woken from a nap when Conrad burst into her room.

"What are you doing?" she protested.

He dragged her out and shoved her into the car. Her wrist turned red from the force, but Conrad didn’t seem to care. A cold smirk played on his lips.

“Today’s our anniversary. Did you forget? I’m taking you out to celebrate.”

How could she forget?

Every year before this, he’d started planning a month in advance. Showered her with diamonds and jewels. Everyone envied her.

But now he had Wrena. Why was he still pretending to care?

Zara was dressed in a custom gown. The massive diamond earrings made her ears ache. Her twelvecentimeter heels cut blisters into her feet.

“Conrad, my feet hurt. Can I sit down for a bit?”

At the banquet, he ignored her and dragged her around for toast after toast.

She drank one glass after another. She had no idea how many. Her vision blurred.

She turned—and Conrad was gone.

Her head spun. She dug her nails into her palm to stay awake.

She stumbled down the hall and heard a familiar voice from one of the rooms.

“Mr. Fowler, I thought you adored your wife. How could you get her drunk and arrange...”

Dread crept over her.

Before she could process anything, a man who looked like a vagrant grabbed her and shoved her into the room.

The stench was overpowering. Zara screamed, “Help! Don’t come near me!”

“My husband’s in the next room. If he finds out what you’re doing, he’ll kill you!”

She tried to crawl away, tears soaking her face.

The man laughed. “Yeah, right! Your husband paid me to sleep with you, sweetheart.”

“Wwhat did you say...?”

Her ears rang. It couldn’t be true.

Back when a man had tried to grope her on the island, Conrad had his hands chopped off on the spot.

He’d never...

She listened closely as the man continued. "You think I could get into a place this fancy without help? He got you drunk. You really didn’t notice?"

“He said if I slept with you and got pictures, you’d never be able to question his mistresses again.”

The man grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

His words were like thunder, destroying everything she once believed about her marriage.

In a surge of desperation, Zara grabbed an ashtray off the table and smashed it into the man’s head, giving her just enough time to stumble out of the room and escape.

It bought her just enough time to flee.

But the world was too big. Where could she even go?

She pushed through the crowd, desperate to leave—only for Conrad to grab her wrist and throw her to the ground.

“How does it feel to be humiliated, First Lady? You like that?”

He stood over her, eyes full of mockery. "You drugged Wrena. Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?"

"I didn’t! I don’t know what—"

Before she could explain, a giant screen lit up.

Her own voice played back: "Help! Don’t come near me... My husband’s in the next room..."

Gasps, laughter and disgusted murmurs filled the room.

All they saw was the oncedignified First Lady, pinned beneath a filthy homeless man—exposed for all to see.

“Damn, I didn’t expect Mrs. Fowler to be that hot. No wonder Conrad used to worship the ground she walked on. I heard once, some CEO spilled wine on her dress by accident and Conrad had the guy’s entire company wiped out from New York overnight!”

“So what? She’s just another woman. He got bored and dumped her. Word is, that homeless guy was hired by Mr. Fowler himself, all because Mrs. Fowler drugged his mistress.”

“Tsk, tsk. A wife getting played like that by the side chick? Embarrassing.”

Zara’s fingernails broke from clenching too hard, but she didn’t even feel the pain.

She scrambled to turn off the video, but Conrad grabbed her and forced her down.

“Can’t handle it now? When you spiked Wrena’s soup and made her strip in front of everyone, did you ever think this day would come?”

“I didn’t—”

Zara didn’t even understand what had happened. All she remembered was Wrena stumbling in, pale and weepy, accusing her in front of everyone.

“Mrs. Fowler, it’s not what you think. Conrad and I are just close friends. If you didn’t want to make me that soup, you could’ve said no. Why did you have to drug it and make me a laughingstock?”

Only then did Zara realize that after Wrena had the soup she brought, she’d started tearing off her clothes uncontrollably. During the examination, Wrena had even started dancing seductively in front of the doctors and nurses.

Conrad had immediately ordered all the footage destroyed and paid everyone hush money.

But the soup Zara brought? It tested positive for drugs.

“Conrad, I didn’t drug her. What do I have to do for you to believe me?”

Looking at her shattered face—so fragile and desperate—Conrad, for the first time, began to doubt.

Zara had always been kind. She even took him in when he was just some stranger passed out on the roadside.

Would she really try to poison Wrena?

“Zara, it’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just... everything you’ve done lately—”

Before he could finish, the ground started to shake violently.

Someone screamed, “Earthquake!”

Panic erupted as everyone ran for the exits. Instinctively, Conrad turned toward Zara.

“Zara, don’t worry! I’m coming—”

“Mr. Fowler! I twisted my ankle—it hurts!”

For a split second, Zara saw the hesitation in his eyes.

Then came the words: “Zara, I’ll get Wrena out first. I’ll come back for you right away!”

And just like that, he rushed off—straight to Wrena—without another glance back.

The room was chaos. A massive chandelier above Zara snapped loose and came crashing down, slamming into her head. Blood poured down her face.

As her vision blurred, she saw Conrad carrying Wrena to safety.

She suddenly remembered that summer trip to Alaska. They’d gone skiing and got caught in an avalanche. Conrad had the chance to escape but chose to shield her with his own body.

"Do you believe in ‘till death do us part?” he asked, his voice shaking. “Well, I don’t. Because if you die, I’d kill myself so even death can’t do us part.”

Back then, when she was shivering amidst the snowstorm, Conrad stripped off his jacket to wrap her up. Even when he shivered himself.

His love used to be real. And maybe that’s what makes it hurt so much now.

The earthquake hit a magnitude seven and rocked the entire city.

By the time the rescue team arrived, the entire venue had collapsed into rubble.

Zara had been trapped beneath the debris for thirty hours.

As her consciousness faded, she thought she heard Conrad’s frantic roar from outside.

“Where the hell are the rescue teams? What’s taking them so long? Dig her out! Now!”

She was unconscious for three full days.

When Zara finally woke up, the first thing she saw were Conrad’s bloodshot eyes. He stared at her, guilt flashing in his expression. “The baby’s gone, but we can have another. You’re still young. It was an accident…”

“What baby?” she asked.

A look of pain crossed his face. As she opened her mouth to say more, the realization suddenly hit her—her period was over a month late.

She didn’t even know she’d been pregnant.

Now, the weight of grief crashed down on her. Zara clutched her stomach and sobbed, “I’m so sorry, baby….”

“Don’t mourn it. It’s just a baby. If you lost it, that means it wasn’t developing right. No big deal, I’ll give you another one.”

As Conrad spoke, Zara bit her lip hard, tears spilling down her cheeks.

So to him, this baby was either faulty… or never meant to exist?

She was about to say something when Conrad’s phone rang.

“Mr. Fowler, my chest hurts so bad… can you come now?” Wrena’s weak voice came through.

“What? Your chest hurt? Wait, I’m on my way!”

Conrad hung up, only then realizing Zara had heard everything.

His expression shifted slightly, but all he said was, “You’re too emotional right now. I’ll visit you again another day.”

As he turned to leave, Zara couldn’t hold back anymore. “Conrad, our child just died and you’re running to her?”

He didn’t answer. But his silence said it all.

He left without hesitation.

Three days later, Zara invited a wellknown priest to perform a blessing for her lost child. After the ritual, the priest sighed heavily.

“Miss, the child has passed. Let the living carry on.”

Zara stood under the Wishing Tree, hugging the small urn of ashes.

The tree was covered in red ribbons, each one with a wish written on it.

“I hope the one I love stays with me forever — Conrad.”

“I hope Zara always stays happy and carefree — Conrad.”

“I hope Zara gives me a child soon — Conrad.”

All those wishes written in a strong strike, like the writer meant every words. Wishes that once meant everything to him—now shattered by his own hand.

Zara climbed a ladder and took the ribbons down, one by one.

Rain started falling in a light drizzle.

As she was about to climb down, Wrena suddenly appeared.

“This child was born dead. It’s a jinx. Let me help you get rid of it,” Wrena said calmly.

“Don’t—”

The urn slipped and shattered on the stone path. Ash scattered between the cracks.

Zara dropped to her knees, trying to gather the remains with her fingers, but it was pointless.

She broke down in tears. She couldn’t even tell if it was rain or her own sobbing anymore.

When she finally stood, she slapped Wrena across the face.

“You did that on purpose!”

“II don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wrena said innocently. “I was only trying to help.”

At that moment, Conrad arrived.

He instinctively moved toward Zara, but Wrena quickly grabbed his arm. “Mr. Fowler, I’m so clumsy—I dropped the urn by accident and she hit me. She also said… even if she died, she’d never have another child with you…”

Conrad froze.

“Was that true, Zara?”

It was clearly just another one of Wrena’s tricks, but instead of denying it, Zara said,

“Yes. I’ll never have another child with you.”

“Zara Dandrige!” Conrad shouted, veins bulging at his temple. “I thought after the earthquake you would’ve calmed down. But if you’re going to keep acting like this, I’ll just send you abroad to cool off!”

He gave the order and no one dared defy it.

In the end, all Zara could gather was a tiny amount of ash.

That afternoon, she placed two ornate boxes on the nightstand—one with their divorce papers and one with what remained of their child.

After that, she took her suitcase and walked out. Just as she reached the front door, Conrad showed up.

“Eager to leave? Good. Go clear your head. Come back when you’ve calmed down,” he said coldly. “

“I’ll drive you.”

She was about to refuse when his phone rang again.

“What? But I paid off all your debts—there’s no reason for them to come after you! Okay, calm down, Wrena. I’m on my way.”

He shot Zara a long glance, then left in a hurry.

Conrad gave her a sharp glance and walked away.

That glance said it all.

It was goodbye.

Zara tore up the plane ticket he’d arranged for her and hailed a cab to the airport.

Her parents were waiting there, ready to welcome her home.

Meanwhile, Conrad couldn’t shake the unease creeping over him. As the flight time approached, he turned to his assistant.

“Has her plane taken off yet? Go check.”

A moment later, the assistant’s face turned pale.

“Sir… the plane she was on—it just crashed in a typhoon!”