The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 351

Over the years, my mother received countless messages like that, so she wasn’t expecting much this time.

But when she rushed over, she found that the man really was my father.

She was stunned—overjoyed, even. There wasn’t time to question why he was alive, yet for three whole years, he’d never once tried to contact her.

Neville seemed to catch on, his brow arching in realization.

“Don’t tell me… he lost his memory?”

Stella nodded, her smile tinged with helplessness.

“As melodramatic as it sounds, that’s exactly what happened. He really had amnesia—ended up marrying the woman who’d saved his life, a fisherwoman he met by the sea.

When he finally learned he had a wife and child waiting for him, he couldn’t accept it. To him, my mother and I were complete strangers. But the fisherwoman—she was his anchor during those blank years, the one person who never left his side. To him, she was salvation.”

Neville said thoughtfully, “So, he was ready to give up the entire Williams Group—his family’s vast business empire—just to stay with the woman who’d rescued him?”

Stella replied, “That’s right. He remembered nothing about my mother, or any of us. He felt no connection to the family at all.

It was only after my grandfather put his foot down—and threatened the fisherwoman—that my father was finally forced to come home.”

Another thought struck Neville. “When your father disappeared at sea, I imagine the Williams family must have launched a massive search?”

“Exactly.” Stella glanced at Neville, impressed by his perceptiveness.

“But the woman wasn’t content. She kept trying to come between my parents. With my father’s memory still gone, she almost succeeded.”

“It was only a short time after my parents signed the divorce papers that my father’s memory finally returned.”

“He tore up the papers and refused to let the divorce go through. In the end, my mother remembered all the trouble he’d gotten into rescuing her, and she forgave him.”

“My father promised to send the fisherwoman away.”

“But a year later, the woman returned—this time holding a little girl. She gave my mother two choices: either take the child in and raise her as their own, or get a divorce and let her raise the girl herself.”

“No matter how patient my mother was, she couldn’t stand the idea of facing an illegitimate child every day. She decided on divorce, but my father wouldn’t agree.”