Amnesia After Divorce

The day after dividing our assets from the divorce, I got into a car accident and lost my memory.

Later, Caleb found me and said if I didn't go crazy every day, remarriage was possible.

I froze with an ice cream spoon in my mouth, and after a long while, I finally spoke: "I'd rather not! I... I... I'd be fine with just taking the money."

This introductory paragraph effectively sets up the premise of the story, introducing the main conflict and the protagonist's attitude, which should pique readers' interest.

Chapter 1

I woke up to find my best friend Mia Quinn looking at me with a worried expression.

She told me not to be sad anymore.

She said that my body was my own, and even though I was divorced, I should still take good care of myself.

She mentioned that the children were with Caleb and wouldn't suffer, so there was no need for me to go to court again, especially since I wouldn't win anyway.

I was stunned for a moment before asking, "Who's Caleb?"

Mia froze, looking confused. After a while, she came to her senses and called for a doctor.

The doctor said I had amnesia as a result of the car accident. Mia hurriedly asked me how old I thought I was.

I thought for a moment and replied, "Eighteen, right? Didn't I just take the SAT yesterday?"

Mia burst into laughter, crouching on the floor and holding her stomach. She was laughing so hard she started pounding the bed with her fist.

"Hazel, you're amazing. Your amnesia is perfect. Yes, you're eighteen. Eighteen is great! No Caleb, no kids... just the two of us..."

I was even more confused.

Chapter 2

Mia took me back to her place after confirming that it would be difficult for me to regain my memories.

She then gave me a brief overview of my current situation.

I, Hazel Winters, fell in love during my freshman year of college with a poor boy named Caleb Parker.

Caleb and I were together for ten years, from when I was eighteen until I was twenty-eight. I supported him while he started his business, lived through tough times with him, gave birth to and raised his children, and took care of his parents.

Then this year, he filed for divorce.

"What? Huh?" I was shocked. This sounded like some tragic romance novel plot.

After a while, I asked in a trembling voice, "So, you're saying I was basically someone's servant for ten years, and then at twenty-eight, I was thrown out?"

Mia nodded, "Yes, and you have two children. Your son is six years old, and your daughter is four. But since you were a stay-at-home mom without earning power, both children chose to stay with their father, so custody was awarded to Caleb."

"...What? I lost both children that I worked so hard to raise..."

Even though I couldn't remember experiencing any of this, it sounded terrifying.

I was almost in tears from fear.

Then Mia laughed and patted my shoulder, "Don't be too upset. At least you got money."

With tears welling up in my eyes, I cautiously asked, "How much?"

Mia sat up straight, "Hazel, listen car...