"Look, is that not Amelia Johnson? Isn't she the college entrance exam topper from University of Florida? Who would have thought she'd be this lascivious behind people's back?"

"Oh my God! I heard previously that she got into Donald's bed using such means, could it be true?"

"Otherwise, with her background, how could she study at University of Florida?"

Amelia was standing at the entrance of the banquet, and her indecent photos were rotating on a large electronic display at the center.

At that moment, her heart sunk into an abyss.

She had never expected that Donald would go this far.

Henry Taylor, a friend of both, rushed to disconnect the power supply immediately and then asked Donald angrily, "Donald, are you not afraid that when you recover your memory one day, you'll regret this?"

"Henry, if you're not disgusted protecting her, as a brother, I have nothing to say."

Donald, his eyes full of disgust, spoke with a cold, biting tone, "However, Amelia, she's nothing more than a lowly ex-girlfriend! If you consider me a brother, stop mentioning her in front of me!"

Lowly, huh?

Amelia stopped in her tracks, a cold smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

She and Donald had been deeply in love for years and were about to get married.

Four years ago, it was Donald Lucas who proposed to get their marriage license. But unfortunately, they had an accident on the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Donald lost his memory, and she became a vegetable.

And she remained bedridden for two years.

When she finally woke up from her long coma, the news she received was that he had fallen in love with someone else and was desperate to divorce her.

She had struggled to keep this marriage for two years.

Not until a few days ago, she was drugged and ended up in his bed.

Today, her compromising photos were on the big screen at Donald’s birthday party, being looked at by everyone.

She lowered her head, the corners of her eyes gradually reddening.

Is this the marriage that she desperately did not want to let go?

Henry angrily grabbed Donald's collar, his eyes red, "Donald, are you still human?"

"If it were not for you insisting on getting the marriage certificate, would she have been in that accident?"

"If it wasn't to protect you, how could she have ended up in a vegetative state?"

"In the end, she is your legal wife. She is your savior. Why do you have to push things so far? How will she live in the future?"

Donald was completely unmoved and casually said, "Why don't you say, if it weren't for me taking her away from Colorado, she would have been tormented to death by the Johnson family?”

"She protected me during the accident, so we're even now."

"It was her who had no shame to drug me and climb into my bed. She's brave enough to do it but not to admit it. What I did today is still light! If it wasn't for Carolyn pleading for her, do you think I wouldn't kill her?"

Through the crowd, Amelia looked at Donald's face full of disgust and contempt, which made her heart ache, and her eyes gradually blurred.

The Donald who used to love her and protect her was nowhere to be found.

Her Donald who would not even let her furrow her brow, how could he misinterpret her as drugging him, going as far as to shame her in a way that left her utterly humiliated?

Her Donald, died in that car accident four years ago, she's just been hopelessly stuck in denial.

Other friends also huddled around, pulling Henry away. In a hush, said, “Henry, what are you doing? Today is Donald’s birthday, let's not bring up unpleasant subjects.”

“That's right; this time it was Amelia who had gone too far. Donald no longer has her in his heart, why does she have to cling on so tenaciously? If she really loved him, she should let Donald be with Carolyn."

“Let's not talk about this now, today is a day of joy. We’ll try to dissuade Amelia later, to have her divorce him."

“If persuading worked, we wouldn’t be in this situation today. Who among us hasn’t tried to sway her? What was her response?"

“She said she would wait until Donald’s memory returns, to confirm he truly doesn’t love her, then she’d agree to divorce. What if Donald never remembers, is she going to stay married indefinitely?"

“Exactly, she ought to think about her background. How is she worthy of Donald? If it had not been for Donald's insistence, how would his family willing to let her marry into their family?”

“Doesn’t she see how much Donald loves Carolyn now? Clinging onto him, does she actually think Donald will love her again?”

Listening to these words, Amelia felt like she was a joke.

These people were mutual friends with her and Donald. Just that, after the accident, when she slipped into a vegetative state for two years, they became mutual friends with Donald and Carolyn.

In the two years that she regained consciousness, every single one of them came to persuade her, to let go, to let Donald be with Carolyn.

Even behind her back, they gossiped about how much better it would have been if she hadn’t woken up.

A car accident, it had indeed changed everything.

Amelia cast her gaze downward, then lifted her eyes again, a moment of clarity returning, she headed straight towards Donald.

“Donald.”

Her voice was soft and indifferent.

Amelia handed the signed divorce paper in front of him, "Let's get a divorce."