Nothing Left to Lose

My husband has lost his memory. He remembers the year he loved me most. “Darling, there’s an ugly woman trying to cling to me. Come take me home.” He yanked out his IV and sprang up from the hospital bed, burying his face against my shoulder and acting coy. My heart was dead. I coldly pushed him away. “Fu Yi, we’re already divorced. She’s the woman you love most.” “And as for me, I hope you and that shameless woman stay together forever and never cross paths with me again.”