Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in a hospital bed.

Alexis was leaning against the bedside. When she saw me wake up, her eyes reddened.

"I called Daddy, but he wouldn''t answer. He just had the bad lady warn me instead. Mommy, did you and Daddy get a divorce?"

I turned my face away, my voice muffled with suppressed emotions. "Alexis, would you be sad if Mommy and Daddy got divorced?"

Alexis'' answer was completely unexpected. "No, I wouldn''t. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny.

"If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?"

That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn''t forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he''d conveniently forgotten was me.

I''d been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I''d actually fallen for such a shallow lie.

I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

Before the car accident, Ambrose had been known as the perfect, devoted husband. He''d never hidden his love for me. From the very first day we''d met, he''d pursued me relentlessly.

He''d introduced me to all his friends and shared all his passwords with me. Even though we''d never officially registered our marriage, he''d still willingly put all his assets in my name.

How could a man like that change overnight?

Was it really just because of that one person from his past—someone he''d once longed for but never gotten? Was he still unable to let go of her even after five years?

I wondered if it had ever crossed his mind that we''d been together for eight years when he''d been playing me for a fool.

I lowered my gaze, my heart filled with hatred and turmoil. Just then, Alexis'' smartwatch rang. The voice on the other end was Maryanne''s.

"Alexis, are you with the nanny? She''s getting out of hand. Where did she take you? She''s not cooking or doing the laundry. Does she not want this job anymore?"

Alexis pursed her lips and stayed silent.

I took the smartwatch from her. Right then, I heard Ambrose''s voice come through, laced with a hint of nervousness. "Giselle, are you really in the hospital?"

I hummed faintly in response and was just about to confront him when he abruptly changed his tone.

"Giselle, how dare you! You were supposed to return my daughter to Maryanne today, and now you''re faking an illness?

"You think you can get away with this? Let me tell you, Alexis is Maryanne''s daughter! You used your position to transfer her onto your family register. Consider yourself lucky that I didn''t sue you for this!

"And now you''re faking an illness? You''re really pushing your limits! Just wait—I''m coming to the hospital right now to settle this with you!"

The call ended. Alexis'' face was already streaked with tears. "Mommy, are you really going to give me away to that lady I don''t even know?"

I let out a deep sigh and gently ruffled her hair. "Of course not. I''ll never give you away to anyone."

Hearing that, she finally smiled through her tears.

I was exhausted. Just as I was about to lie back down, the hospital room door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Looking up, I saw Ambrose striding in with Maryanne right behind him.

Something hanging around Maryanne''s neck caught my eye as it gleamed in the light. It was the necklace my parents had left me.

Seeing me pale and weak in the hospital bed, Ambrose''s pupils contracted. "Giselle… You''re actually sick?"

I ignored him, struggling to sit up as I glared at Maryanne. "Who gave you permission to take my things?" As I said that, I moved to grab the necklace back.

Ambrose''s face turned cold, and he quickly stepped between us. "Heh, look at you, so full of energy. You must have bribed the doctor to cover for your lies. Giselle, you''re just a nanny. What right do you have to touch my wife?"

Behind him, Maryanne smirked mockingly at me.

I''d reached my limit. I turned to look at Ambrose and said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Mr. Miller, it looks like you''re used to bribing doctors to lie for you. No wonder that''s the first thing you assumed."