His Fake Amnesia, My Real Revenge
He fell from the climbing wall while I was conducting compressive material tests in the lab.
When I answered the phone, the blue liquid in the beaker was still bubbling.
The doctor said he had suffered head trauma and might have amnesia.
I held his bandaged hand and said it was okay—I would wait for him to remember.
The day he woke up, sunlight poured through the window onto the bedside.
I had just handed him warm water when he suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
My hand froze mid-air, and some water spilled onto the sheets.
Before I could respond, the ward door was pushed open.
Monica Gordon wore a white dress and carried a thermal insulation container, her eyes red-rimmed: "Saul, you're finally awake!"
Saul's eyes softened instantly as he reached out to grab her wrist: "Monica, I'm fine. Don't worry."
I stood there like an unnecessary shadow.
It was only later that I realized he hadn't forgotten everyone.
He just forgot me, his wife of three years, and only remembered his first love, Monica Gordon.
On the day he was discharged, Saul held Monica's hand and walked up to me: "Helen Hilton, let's get a divorce."
I clenched the car keys tightly, my nails digging into my palm: "Are you sure about that? We..."
"There's nothing to think about," he interrupted me coldly, "the one I love is Monica—always was, always will be."
Monica leaned on his shoulder, her gaze at me filled with provocation.
I said nothing more, turned around, and drove away.
At that time, I still clung to the hope that he was just ill and hadn't recovered yet.
Until the party two weeks later, Saul called me into the garden, holding a kite string in his hand.
"Helen, play a game with me," he smiled, though there was no warmth in his smile, "You'll be the kite, and I'll be the one flying you."
I paused for a moment and said, "Saul, stop it, so many people are watching."
The friends behind him started to tease: "If Saul tells you to play, then play—why act so high and mighty!"
Monica came over and helped Saul hand me the bandage. "Helen, Saul just wants to have some fun; don't ruin his mood."
Before I could refuse, two men came up and grabbed my arms.
Saul himself wrapped the bandage around my waist, firmly tying the kite string to the bandage buckle.
"It's more fun to fly higher," he said, patting my face before turning and running off.
The wind lifted me off the ground, and the grass beneath my feet grew farther and farther away.
I shouted for him to stop, but he ran even faster.
Suddenly, the kite string jerked violently, and I lost my balance, falling hard to the ground.
A sharp pain erupted in my knee as I looked down to see bone piercing through the skin, blood oozing out.
Saul walked over and kicked my leg. "So fragile? Too boring."
Monica handed me a tissue, feigning concern, "Helen, are you okay? If I had known you were so afraid of pain, I wouldn't have let you play."
I gritted my teeth, said nothing, and stood up on my own.
Later at the hospital, the doctor said my knee was fractured and needed to be put in a cast.
Saul didn't accompany me; he said Monica was afraid of the dark and he had to take her home.
Lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, I felt for the first time that this marriage was a joke.
A few days after being discharged, Saul said he wanted to climb Snow Mountain and wanted me to go with him.
"Let's treat this as our last trip," he said. "Before the divorce, let's leave behind a good memory."
I agreed.
Maybe I hadn't completely given up yet, or maybe I just wanted to see how cruel he could really be.
At the foot of Snow Mountain, he assigned me the equipment.
My climbing pole was broken, my down coat was as thin as paper, and the oxygen tank was only half full.
"These are all that's left in the store," he said casually. "Make do with them."
I watched him and Monica holding brand-new gear, but I didn't expose his lie.
Halfway up the mountain, a blizzard suddenly broke out.
Saul stopped, turned to me, and said, "Your equipment isn't good enough. You'll slow us down."
Before I could react, he snatched my oxygen tank and tore away my climbing rope.
"You go down the mountain yourself," he said, "we're leaving first."
Monica smiled and waved, "Helen, I wish you good luck."
Their figures soon disappeared into the snowstorm.
I was wearing thin clothes, my climbing boots had been taken by his friend, and walking barefoot in the snow, every step felt like stepping on a blade.
I had been walking for about an hour when I suddenly heard voices up ahead.
It was Saul and his friend David.
"Saul, aren't you really worried about Helen?" David's voice hesitated.
"Worried about what?" Saul smiled, "She loves me to death. Even if she has to crawl, she'll crawl back to the camp."
"Then how long will you keep pretending to have amnesia?"
"Until she takes the initiative to ask for a divorce," Saul's voice turned cold.
"After being with her for three years, I'm completely fed up. If it weren't for her parents helping me back then, I would have divorced her long ago."
"Once I secure her family, the Hilton family's resources, I'll marry Monica."
I stood frozen in place, as if all the blood in my body had turned to ice.
So the so-called amnesia, the so-called first love—it was all his deception.
I pulled the satellite phone from my pocket, my fingers shaking uncontrollably, but I didn't know who to call.
The snow fell heavier and heavier; I was freezing, on the verge of losing consciousness.
My feet had lost all feeling; every step I took, I had to steady myself against the rocks beside me.
I knew that if I didn't move, I would freeze to death up here on the snow mountain.
Clenching my teeth, I forced myself one step at a time toward the camp.
I didn't know how long I'd been walking when at last I saw the camp tents.
I pushed open the door; no one was inside.
Just as I was about to sit down and rest, I heard footsteps outside.
It was Saul and David.
I quickly hid in the storage room behind the tent, holding my breath.
"Saul, do you think Helen might have already come back?" David asked.
"Impossible," Saul's voice was tinged with mockery. "With her little strength, making it halfway would be a stretch."
"But what if she really did come back? What then?"
"What else? Just soothe her however we can," Saul laughed.
"She's always eating out of my hand. All I have to do is to say a few gentle words, she forgets everything."
I covered my mouth to keep myself from crying out loud.
So, in his eyes, I was just such a foolish person.
After a while, their voices fell silent.
I heard Monica's voice: "Saul, what are you two talking about?"
"Nothing," Saul's tone immediately softened, "just talking about when to come down the mountain."
Then, I heard them begin discussing the bed skills between Monica and me.
"Monica, you're still the best," Saul's voice carried a lecherous tone.
"Helen is like a block of wood—not interesting at all."
Monica giggled, "Then you must stop thinking about her from now on."
I couldn't listen any longer. Quietly, I slipped out of the storage room and headed out of the camp.
The snow kept falling. My feet had begun to fester, and the frostbitten areas ached and itched.
I took out the satellite phone and dialed the number I'd saved but never dared to call—it was my senior from university, Vincent Howard. He is now the head of the Marine Energy Research Institute. I had mentioned to him before that I was thinking of changing jobs.
After the call connected, I choked back tears and said, "Vincent, I want to leave Saul. Is the position you mentioned at the Research Institute still available for me?"
Vincent's voice was calm: "Helen, where are you? Is something wrong?"
"I'm at snow mountain," I sniffled, "I'm fine, I just want to leave here as soon as possible."
"Take care of yourself first," Vincent said, "The position will be kept for you, waiting for your return."
After hanging up, I felt a bit more at ease.
I found a sheltered cave, curled up inside, and waited for dawn.
The next morning, the snow had stopped.
Leaning on a branch I had picked up, I slowly walked back to the camp.
Saul saw me and feigned surprise, "Helen, why are you back? I thought something had happened to you!"
He tried to come over and help me, but I dodged him.
"I'm fine," I said calmly. "Let's go down the mountain."
He was momentarily stunned, probably not expecting me to be so cold.
On the way down, he kept trying to talk to me, but I ignored him, so they ended up splitting up and didn't wait for me.
By the time I found a ride and got home, it was already night.
I was just about to enter the room when a bucket of cold water was poured over my head.
"Why are you always so slow?" Saul stood in the living room, holding an empty basin. "Monica said you deliberately argued with her on the mountain. Is that true?"
I was soaking wet, shivering from the cold. "I didn't."
"You didn't?" He walked over and pinched my chin. "Do you really think I'd still believe you? Monica is so kind — how could she possibly lie?"
Monica came out of the room, wearing my pajamas and holding an empty bowl. "Helen, I'm a little hungry. Could you cook some porridge for me?"
Saul released me and shoved me. "Did you hear? Go make porridge for Monica!"
I looked at them and suddenly smiled.
For the past three years, I have washed his clothes, cooked his meals, managed the company, and endured every grievance.
But what about him?
He treated me like a toy, a servant, a fool.
"I won't cook," I said softly but firmly.
Saul was stunned, probably not expecting me to refuse.
"What did you say?" His voice turned cold.
"I said, I won't cook," I said, looking into his eyes. "Saul, don't take this too far."
Monica's expression changed; she tugged on Saul's arm. "Saul, forget it, I'm not eating anymore."
"No!" Saul shouted. "She has to cook! She's my wife; what's wrong with making a bowl of porridge?"
I turned and walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind me.
Outside, Saul pounded on the door. "Helen, come out here!"
I leaned against the door, tears finally streaming down my face.
Not because I felt wronged, but because I felt a sense of relief.
Relieved that I had finally woken up, relieved that I hadn't stayed foolish forever.
I opened the wardrobe and began packing.
I must leave this place as soon as possible, leave this man behind.
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