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The Amnesiac Genius: Leaving Her Toxic Ex

The Amnesiac Genius: Leaving Her Toxic Ex

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 825    |    Released on: Today at 16:29

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The Amnesiac Genius: Leaving Her Toxic Ex
The Amnesiac Genius: Leaving Her Toxic Ex
“I woke up in the hospital with severe amnesia, completely forgetting my boyfriend of three years, Ethan Cole. My best friend told me he was a toxic billionaire who treated me like a pathetic doormat, constantly humiliating me while obsessing over his ex-girlfriend. Realizing the memory loss was a gift, I blocked his number, walked away from his empire, and built my own successful baking brand from scratch. I even met Noah, a powerful man who truly cherished me. Ethan tried to buy my submission with a ten-million-dollar check, but I returned it unopened. Enraged, his new girlfriend stole my life's work and launched a vicious smear campaign to destroy my reputation. Worse, a sudden fainting spell revealed a devastating truth. I was eight weeks pregnant with Ethan's child from before the accident. When Ethan found out, he burst into my hospital room like a madman. He threw punches at Noah and roared at me. "She is my woman! And that is my child!" Looking at his furious, possessive face, I felt no love, only profound disgust. He thought he could treat me like disposable garbage, erase my identity, and then violently claim the one good thing that came from the wreckage. "Get out," I said calmly, pointing at the door. "My child has nothing to do with you."”