Chapter 15

Gabrielle was still in a state of shock even after Jonathan left. I sighed and walked up to her. "I know you might not believe me, but I truly do want a divorce this time." The shock in her expression slowly settled. She looked at me, nodded, then said, "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." I pulled her to sit with me. "We used to be best friends. What happened between us? How could I have ignored you just because of Jonathan?" I asked. "Also, I used to hate people who lost their brain cells when they fell in love. How could I have stayed married to someone like Jonathan all these years? And how did I even meet him in the first place?" I fired off a bunch of questions, one after the other. She was Gabrielle Harrison. Even if we did go five years without interacting, I still trusted her implicitly. Though her attitude toward me earlier had been harsh, my instincts told me she would never hurt me, so I didn't hide anything, and I wasn't afraid of her finding out about my amnesia either. As expected, she studied me thoughtfully. "I knew something was off about you from the start. Is your brain really waterlogged?" When she asked that earlier, it had been an insult. But now, she was genuinely curious. I pursed my lips and lowered my head. "Something like that…" I answered vaguely. Subconsciously, I didn't want her to know that I had tried to end my life. I knew she was mad at me for not loving myself more. She was my best friend, after all. It was only natural that she would be angry with me for how I ignored her advice, or how she was helpless to do anything when seeing how Jonathan demeaned me. She sighed. "Let's not talk about that for now. I'm just glad that you've come to your senses. Oh, right. You mentioned 100 million dollars earlier. What's that about?" I told her about the prenup I had signed with Jonathan. She was very much stunned. "Has he lost his mind? If the other shareholders found out he signed such an agreement with you, they'd definitely file a joint complaint!" I shook my head. "I have no idea what he was thinking about either." I grabbed her hand and continued, "Gabrielle, what happened between me and Jonathan? I only remember having a crush on him. How on earth did I suddenly become his wife?" "I'm not exactly sure what happened between the two of you either. I only know that I was quite happy for you when you first married him. But after a while, you weren't happy anymore, and I tried to get you to talk things through with him. "But when I witnessed how much agony the marriage was bringing you, I suggested you get a divorce. I never thought that when Jonathan found out, he'd forbid us from seeing each other anymore." I fell silent for a long time. When I finally broke the silence, it was to say, "I'm sorry." Gabrielle stared at me, clearly still upset. But after a while, it seemed like she couldn't bear to hold it against me anymore. "Forget it, you weren't in a good state of mind then either. I was seriously worried you'd developed some mental illness…" "Also, I like this version of you more," she finished, emotion clear in her eyes. I snuggled against her shoulder playfully. "I like this me, too." The current me was the 18-year-old Elise who was fearless, bold, and hadn't experienced any suffering. As for the 25-year-old Elise… She was nothing more than an annoying woman who had no sense of self. If I had a choice, I hoped I would never get my memories back and never revert to that person. … Gabrielle was a professional lawyer now. She had me show her the prenup so she could review it. Thus, I had no choice but to go back to the Ford residence. As I was rummaging through Jonathan's desk in the study, I felt a warmth behind me as a broad chest pressed against me. A cold, deep voice rumbled next to my ear, the vibration tickling my eardrum. "What are you looking for?"