My Cold CEO Husband Lost His Memory, So I Fled With Our Child And Millions

After the car crash, Arthur woke up with amnesia, completely forgetting everything we had shared.

As the heir to Crown Holdings and a golden boy of Manhattan's elite, he couldn't wrap his head around why he had married a simple community college graduate.

During his hospital stay, he refused to let me visit him.

Once he was fully recovered, he finally came to find me. The very first words out of his mouth were:

"Jenny, I think we should get a divorce."

I clenched my fists, letting tears well up in my eyes as I nodded.

Six years. I had finally waited out the clock for this exact day.