Gave My Amnesiac Husband to His Mistress

The day Adrian Bennett made his comeback, he secretly hired his ex-girlfriendthe one who abandoned him years agobehind my back.

When I found out, he swore to me right there: I just want to punish her. I have absolutely no feelings for her whatsoever.

I didn't lose it.

Instead, I made her Adrian's personal assistant.

Vivian grabbed my hand and promised over and over: "Don't worry, we'll only have a professional relationship. I would never come between you two."

I believed her.

After all, when the Bennett family went bankrupt years ago, Vivian humiliated Adrian to no end just to get rid of him.

Until the car accident, when Adrian threw himself in front of her without a second thought for his own life.

That's when I realizedall these years, Adrian had never gotten over her.

When he woke up in the hospital, Adrian had lost his memory.

Looking at Vivian and me standing by his bed, he asked: "Who are you?"

This time, I pointed at Vivian and spoke first: "Mr. Bennett, this is your wife. I'm your personal secretary."

Vivian pulled me out of the hospital room, asking in surprise: "Why did you lie to him?"

I simply said calmly: "I know the person he loves is you."

Seeing her conflicted expression, I added: "Don't worry, we're not legally married yet."

She pressed on: "You've struggled alongside him for seven years. Are you really willing to just hand him over to me?"

I nodded peacefully. "There's nothing to be unwilling about."

I should even thank you.

The moment Adrian was hit by that car, fragments suddenly flashed through my mind.

I saw Adrian's futureendless arguments because of Vivian.

Because even though he'd lost his memory, his subconscious still loved Vivian.

After recovering his memory, he finally realized the person he truly loved was Vivian.

To make it up to her, he personally sent methe obstacle preventing their reconciliationto a psychiatric hospital.

In the end, I died in a mysterious fire, my body completely destroyed.

After seeing my own ending, I suddenly didn't want to keep clinging on anymore.

A flash of wild joy crossed Vivian's eyes, though she forced down the smile at her lips.

She bit her lip, looking reluctant:

"Adrian has amnesia now and really needs someone to take care of him. Since you insist, I'll help you look after him for now."

"But if he blames me when he gets his memory back..."

I cut her off: "I'll take responsibility for the consequences. You just focus on being Mrs. Bennett."

Vivian finally felt at ease.

She smoothed out her skirt and turned back to the hospital room.

I followed behind her, holding the payment receipt I'd just gotten.

Watching her walk toward Adrian, I felt not a trace of bitterness in my heart.

Only the lightness of setting down a thousand-pound burden.

On the hospital bed, Adrian's head was wrapped in thick bandages.

Seeing Vivian enter, his previously confused eyes brightened.

That look in his eyes couldn't be faked.

Even if his mind forgot, his heart would make the choice for him.

The second the accident happened, he instinctively protected Vivian.

And me? I sat in the back seat, watching the airbag deploy, watching him collapse in her arms covered in blood.

I should have understood right then.

Seven years of companionship couldn't compare to a single tear from his childhood sweetheart.

"You're my wife?" Adrian's gaze locked tightly on Vivian.

Vivian's body stiffened. She instinctively looked back at me.

My face remained expressionless. I even nodded slightly at her, mouthing two words:

"He means you."

Vivian took a deep breath, her face instantly filling with tender, heartbroken affection.

She hurried over and grasped Adrian's hand:

"I'm here, Adrian. I'm here."

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief and gripped her hand even tighter.

"You scared me. I thought I'd lost you."

"My head hurts so much. Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Watching this scene of mutual affection before me, I felt like a superfluous decoration.

In the past, whenever Adrian had so much as a headache or fever, I'd stay by his bedside day and night.

Feeding him water and medicine, wiping him down, giving massages.

He just took it all for granted.

Now, his eyes were full of another woman.

"Mr. Bennett."

I spoke in a businesslike tone, breaking through the intimate atmosphere.

Adrian turned to look at me, his brow slightly furrowed. "I seem to have some impression of you. You are..."

Vivian suddenly panicked, her eyes darting toward me in confusion.

I signaled for her to relax, lying without changing expression: "Sarah Clark, your personal secretary."

"Since Mr. Bennett is awake, there are many urgent matters at the company that need handling. I won't disturb your reunion with your wife."

I bowed slightly, my tone respectful and distant.

Adrian seemed uncomfortable with my attitude.

He unconsciously licked his dry, cracked lips, his gaze lingering for a second on the water glass I'd placed on the table.

In the past, I would have already put the water to his lips, making sure the temperature was just right.

But now, I didn't move a muscle.

Adrian waited two seconds. Seeing I had no reaction, his brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked at Vivian, his tone carrying a hint of playful whining:

"Honey, I want some water."

Vivian clearly had no experience taking care of people and fumbled clumsily trying to pour water.

The result was that the water was too hotas soon as she handed it over, Adrian flinched from the burn.

"Hiss"

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Vivian panicked and quickly grabbed tissues to wipe it up.

Even though he'd been burned, Adrian endured the pain to comfort her:

"It's fine, not your fault. I was too impatient."

See? That's the difference between love and no love.

In the past, if I accidentally made his coffee a bit too strong, he'd lecture me with a dark face for ages, saying I couldn't even handle such a simple thing.

Now Vivian burns him, and he turns around to comfort her instead.

I sneered inwardly and pulled out a set of keys and an access card from my bag, placing them on the bedside table.

"Mrs. Bennett, the care work during Mr. Bennett's hospitalization will be your responsibility."

"Also, Mr. Bennett is allergic to seafood, doesn't eat cilantro, is particular about pillows, and must have a cup of warm black coffee every morning."

I rattled it all off at lightning speed.

Vivian listened in a daze, nodding unconsciously.

Adrian looked at me, confusion flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know all this so clearly?"

I met his gaze calmly and smiled:

"As Mr. Bennett's personal secretary, understanding my boss's lifestyle habits is part of my job."

"Now that Mrs. Bennett is here, these responsibilities naturally transfer to her."

"After all, some intimate matters aren't appropriate for a secretary to handle."

Adrian was left speechless by my response.

He seemed to feel something was off but couldn't put his finger on it.

He could only wave his hand irritably:

"Fine, go do your work."

"Yes, Mr. Bennett."

Without any hesitation, I turned and walked away.

When I reached the door, Adrian's voice came from behind:

"Wait."

My steps paused, but I didn't turn around.

"Um... were the medical bills paid?"

So he was worried about money.

I turned around and waved the receipt in my hand:

"Already advanced from the company account. It will be deducted from your dividends later."

"Mr. Bennett, rest and recover. I'll take care of the company."

After speaking, I pulled open the door and strode out.

The moment I closed the door, I heard Vivian complaining coquettishly:

"Why is this Secretary Clark so cold? She has no warmth at all."

Adrian was silent for a while before saying in a low voice:

"Maybe people with strong work abilities are all like that."

Walking out of the inpatient building, I took a deep breath. The air mixed the smell of disinfectant with osmanthus flowers.

How nice.

I was still alive.

I took out my phone, removed Adrian from my pinned contacts, and changed his name from "Husband" to "Mr. Bennett."

Finally, I didn't have to play the servant anymore.

I just wondered how many days this pampered princess Vivian could last.

You should know, Adrian's foul tempereven his own mother couldn't stand it.

For seven years, I'd been the one who spoiled him rotten.

Now, it was someone else's turn to taste the bitter fruit.

Back at the company, the first thing I did was flip over the photo of Adrian and me on my desk.

Before throwing it in the trash, my movement paused.

In the photo, I was smiling sweetly, my eyes only for that high-spirited young man.

Back then, to help him start his business, I ran sales during the day and accompanied him to drinking parties at night. Even when I drank until I had stomach bleeding, I didn't dare tell him.

He always said: "Sarah, once the company goes public, I'll make up for it with a grand wedding."

Now the company was actually about to go public.

But he'd given that promise to another woman.

My face expressionless, I let go.

Thud.

The frame fell into the waste basket, burying those seven years of youth along with it.

"Ms.Clark, about the contract with Mr. Wilson..."

Assistant Andy pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing my action, he was startled.

In the past at the company, everyone called me Ms.Clark. Although I was a co-founder, to maintain Adrian's authority, I was willing to be the shadow behind him.

"From now on, I am Vice President Clark."

I raised my head, my eyes sharp.

"Bring me the contract. Also, notify all department headsmeeting in half an hour."

Andy froze for a moment, then straightened his back: "Yes, Ms.Clark!"

That afternoon, I efficiently handled the documents Adrian had let pile up for half a month.

Those problems I'd previously had to handle circuitously to save Adrian's face were now resolved decisively.

Exhilarating.

Absolutely exhilarating.

It turned out that focusing on making money instead of romance felt this addictive.

It wasn't until ten o'clock at night that I dragged my exhausted but exhilarated body out of the company.

My phone screen lit up. It was a message from Vivian on SnapChat.

It was a photo.

In the hospital's VIP room, Adrian was leaning against the headboard while Vivian held coffee for him to drink.

Caption: [Although it's tiring, seeing him depend on me makes it all worth it.]

I opened the full image to look.

That cup of coffee was bought from the hospital convenience store.

Adrian's brow was tightly furrowed, and there was even a bit of coffee foam at the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Adrian was so particular about things.

In the past when he was hospitalized, the coffee he drank had to be hand-ground by me, and the beans had to be from a specific origin.

Now?

It seemed the power of love really was greatit could make him drink instant coffee.

I casually replied with a [smile] emoji, then turned off my phone and went to sleep.

That night was the most peaceful sleep I'd had in seven years.

The next morning, I was woken by urgent ringing.

It was an unfamiliar number, but I knew who it was.

When I answered, Adrian's furious voice came through:

"Sarah! Where the hell are you?"

"Where's my coffee? What time is it already!"

Hearing this familiar bossy tone, I leisurely poured myself a glass of milk.

"Mr. Bennett, it's currently 7:30 AM New York time."

"According to labor law, this is my personal time."

"As for coffee, that's something your wife should worry about, isn't it?"

Silence on the other end for a few seconds.

Then came Vivian's tearful voice:

"Adrian, it's my fault. I didn't know you only drink that kind of coffee..."

"That coffee machine is too complicated. I broke my nail trying and still couldn't figure it out..."

Next came Adrian's heartbroken consoling:

"It's okay, it's okay. It's not your fault. Sarah didn't do a proper handover."

He turned and yelled at me:

"Sarah, as a secretary, you can't even do a simple handover properly?"

"Get to the hospital right now! Bring my coffee and a change of clothes!"

"If I don't see you within half an hour, you're fired!"

Beep

The call was disconnected.

I looked at the darkened screen, a cold smile forming at the corner of my mouth.

Fired?

Adrian, you've probably forgotten.

Half the company's shares are under my name.

Back then, to let you feel secure, I signed a proxy holding agreement, letting you shine in the spotlight.

But now, it was time to take back what belonged to me.

I leisurely finished my milk and did a full face of exquisite makeup.

I picked out a red dress Adrian used to hate most and put on ten-centimeter heels.

I didn't buy coffee.

I didn't get his change of clothes either.

Instead, I went directly to the company's legal department.

"Draft a share confirmation letter."

I paused, my eyes turning cold.

"Also, check the cash flow of that recent project. I suspect someone's been misappropriating company funds."

After handling these matters, I unhurriedly took a cab to the hospital.

When I pushed open the hospital room door, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

The room was a complete mess.

Coffee stains on the floor, along with shattered cup fragments.

Vivian was crouched on the ground crying, her fingers wrapped in band-aids.

Adrian sat on the bed with a dark expression, stubble showing on his face, looking somewhat haggard.

Seeing me enter, the fury in his eyes instantly erupted.

"Sarah! Look what time it is!"

"Are you trying to rebel?"

I avoided the mess on the floor, walked to the foot of the bed, crossed my arms, and looked down at him.

"Mr. Bennett, such a temper isn't good for wound healing."

"The coffee shop had too long a line. I couldn't buy any."

"As for the clothes..."

I glanced at the pile of dirty clothes thrown in the corner.

Those were what he'd changed out of yesterday. Clearly Vivian found them too dirty and hadn't touched them.

"I see Mrs. Bennett isn't very skilled at housework. Perhaps Mr. Bennett should hire a housekeeper instead."

"After all, I'm a secretary, not a maid."

Adrian was so angry at my attitude that he laughed.

He pointed at me, his finger trembling slightly:

"Good. Very good."

"Sarah, do you think the company can't function without you?"

"Believe it or not, I'll fire you right now!"

Vivian also stood up, wiping her tears, looking like she'd suffered a tremendous injustice:

"Miss Clark, I know you have issues with me, but Adrian is a patient. How can you treat him like this?"

"I may be clumsy, but at least I'm trying to learn. What about you? All you do is mock and ridicule!"

This back-and-forththey really were a perfect match.

I pulled out a document from my bag and lightly tapped it on the bedside table.

"Fire me?"

"Mr. Bennett, before firing me, I suggest you look at this first."