Chapter 80

The moment they dropped the bombshell news, Margaret and Genevieve watched Evelyn with bated breath.

Sure enough, the next second, Evelyn's unfiltered thoughts blared through their minds like a siren.

Amnesia? Seriously? Let me check—oh my god, it's true! And not just any amnesia—the dramatic kind where she only forgot one person! She’s completely erased Harrison from her memory!

Margaret and Genevieve exchanged glances, thinking the same thing. Sophia and the doctors are still investigating, but of course Evelyn gets the gossip first. This is wild. Natalie only forgot Harrison?

Meanwhile, Evelyn’s mind was racing. How much must someone despise another person for their own mind to wipe out every trace of love and hate tied to them? But wait—doesn’t this make her vulnerable to Harrison’s manipulations? What if he shamelessly tries to win her back? Ugh!

Margaret and Genevieve mentally echoed her concerns.

What do we do? I’m dying to know—how will Harrison react when he faces Natalie, who doesn’t remember him?

The three of them locked eyes, mischief dancing in their gazes.

"I’ve never actually visited Sophia at work," Evelyn mused casually.

Margaret and Genevieve shook their heads—neither had they.

"Should we go see her together?" Evelyn suggested.

Within minutes, they were ready, speeding toward the hospital. Only after arriving did they call Sophia down to meet them.

Sophia, however, was already buzzing with excitement. "Come with me, quick! The Montgomerys are already here!"

And so, the four meddlers marched toward Natalie’s hospital room, pretending to be concerned visitors.

As they reached the door, Harrison’s voice—raw with emotion—drifted out. "Natalie, do you really not remember me? I’m your husband!"

The quartet shuddered, their concern deepening.

But Natalie’s voice, bright and sharp, cut through the tension. "I don’t recall you, but I’m not stupid. I know you’re Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery’s son, and we were childhood sweethearts who got married. But we’re divorced now. I have photos of the divorce papers and property settlement on my phone, and there’s a wedding ring in the trash. So don’t try to trick me—you’re nothing but my ex-husband."

"That was a misunderstanding! We were only supposed to have a fake divorce—"

"Enough." Natalie’s tone was ice. "Whatever your intentions were, I know myself. I don’t play games, and I don’t make rash decisions. Even if I don’t remember, I trust my past judgment. If I let you go, it meant I didn’t want you. End of story. Don’t even think about manipulating me—it won’t work."

When Evelyn and the others entered, they were struck by Natalie’s expression—serious, unwavering. Despite the bandages wrapped around her head, her eyes were sharp, alive. She wasn’t the same woman who had once orbited Harrison’s every move.

Instead, the moment she noticed Evelyn, her face lit up.

"Ah, Ms. Sinclair! Hello! I remember you—you helped me at the mall, and I’ve seen you online. Thank you for that performance—it helped me so much." Her smile was radiant, genuine.

Evelyn grinned. "I heard you woke up, so I came to visit."

Who knew that without Harrison in her life, she’d be this vibrant?

The Blackwood siblings were equally stunned. It was like meeting a completely different person.

Natalie sighed, rubbing her temples. "Honestly, I don’t know what I ever saw in him. I could never be with someone I don’t love, especially after everything he did to hurt me. Just looking at him makes me sick. If he keeps showing up, I might need another surgery."

The quartet barely suppressed their laughter.

"Harrison," Natalie said firmly, "let’s bury the past. Walk away now, and I might still think kindly of you." She waved a dismissive hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, please take him away. I need peace to recover."

Harrison swayed, as if struck. "Natalie! Please—I realize my mistakes now! You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved! Everyone else was just—"

"Really?" Natalie arched a brow, picking up her phone. With a few taps, she began reading aloud. "October 10th. Finally figured out why Harrison’s been distant. He got drunk, grabbed me, and shouted, ‘Vanessa, don’t leave!’ Then he kissed me. I was disgusted. He never calls me Nat, so I looked into it—turns out, a woman named Vanessa left him a year ago."

Harrison paled, his entire body trembling.

The quartet’s expressions twisted in disgust.

"And you still claim I’m the only one?" Natalie scoffed before continuing. "October 12th. Decided not to tell Harrison I’m pregnant. I can’t keep this baby—it wouldn’t be fair to bring it into this mess. He doesn’t deserve to be a father."

The air turned to stone.

Harrison choked, his eyes red. "A baby? We had a baby?"

Natalie met his gaze, cold and unflinching. "Not anymore."

The silence that followed was deafening.