Married to my Archenemy

Looking at their pitying expressions, Isabella couldn't help but feel uneasy. Just then, the butler entered to report the arrival of Dr. Olivia.

Isabella turned and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was her best friend, Olivia. At least one familiar face! "Olivia! Why are you here?"

Isabella ran over, looking happier than she had been all morning. She noticed the medical kit Olivia carried and whispered, "Aren't you still a junior? You shouldn't even have a medical license yet. Are you really allowed to treat people?"

Olivia, looking every bit the part of a doctor in her crisp white coat, hair tied up in a neat high ponytail, and round glasses perched on her nose, frowned in confusion.

"Isabella, what are you saying? We graduated years ago. I'm already a resident physician at crown City Hospital, and you've been working as a counselor at the crown City Psychological Center.

Did you… lose your memory?""What? No! I haven't lost my memory." Isabella shook her head frantically. "I remember everything. We're juniors in college this year!"

A stunned silence fell across the room. Everyone was staring at her, their eyes wide with shock. Even Ethan's sharp gaze was laced with a faint sneer.

He clearly thought she was playing some sort of ridiculous game."It's not 2017 anymore," Olivia finally said, holding out her phone to show Isabella the screen.

"It's December 31, 2020."The world seemed to spin around Isabella as she stumbled back, her heart pounding wildly. No… this can't be real.

Olivia wouldn't lie to her. She was the one person Isabella could trustabsolutely.

"Didn't they say I was only in a coma for three months?" Isabella's voice shook as she looked around the room, her gaze darting to Grandma Hannah's graying hair and Henry's more lined face.

Even Ethan looked different—more mature and, if possible, even more arrogant than before. Could it be… that she really did marry Ethan?Her stomach twisted.

She might as well be dead.Sensing her distress, Henry stepped forward and hugged her gently, his voice full of warmth. "Isabella, don't be afraid.

We'll go to the hospital to get you checked out right away."

Ethan, on the other hand, seemed completely unmoved. He crossed his arms, his expression cold and unyielding.

"Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first and settle the divorce."

"Say divorce one more time today," Grandma Hannah snapped, jabbing her cane into his side, "and I'll break your leg myself."

Henry immediately added, "Get up and drive us to the hospital, Ethan. Or do you expect me to carry Isabella out personally, Young Master?"

Ethan's jaw twitched. He looked at his family incredulously. Was he really their biological son? On the way to the hospital, Olivia sat next to Isabella in her car.

Isabella had deliberately avoided riding in Ethan's vehicle because the very thought of breathing the same air as him made her feel sick.

"You really don't remember, do you?" Olivia glanced sideways at Isabella while driving.

"What do you mean?" Isabella asked, her face still pale.

"You used to… cling to Ethan constantly," Olivia said, shaking her head. "You liked him.

No—you were obsessed with him. You pulled every possible trick to make him marry you.

All of crown City knew about it."What?!" Isabella clutched her head, feeling as though the entire world had turned upside down.

Her—the strong-willed, proud Isabella—being a pathetic lapdog for Ethan? Impossible.

"Drive faster, Olivia!" she shouted desperately. "I need to see a doctor. Maybe my brain is broken or possessed by some ghost!"In Olivia's car, Isabella grabbed her friend's phone and frantically searched for news about herself and Ethan.

What she found made her stomach churn. Three years ago, she had—according to the articles—gone completely mad and insisted on marrying Ethan. Under pressure from Grandma Hannah, Ethan had reluctantly agreed to the marriage.

They even signed a prenuptial agreement: if Ethan did not fall in love with her within three years, they would divorce. Isabella would also have to transfer the 10% shares of Anderson Corporation that Grandma Hannah had given her back to Ethan and vanish from his life forever.

The articles were brutal. Isabella found herself portrayed as the laughingstock of crown City a desperate woman who stopped at nothing to keep a man who clearly despised her.

Worse yet, in her futile attempts to save the marriage, she had apparently pestered Ethan to no end. Drugging, begging, forcing, and even attempting suicide.

Two years ago, unable to tolerate her any longer, Ethan had moved out and hadn't returned since. Three months ago, when the deadline for their divorce agreement approached, a final argument between them ended disastrously: Isabella had fallen down the stairs and slipped into a coma.

"No, no, no!" Isabella groaned, clutching her head as though trying to push the thoughts out."Are you okay?" Olivia asked, glancing at her in concern."I'm fine!" Isabella snapped, though her mind was spinning uncontrollably.

Then another terrifying thought hit her. "If Ethan hates me so much, why was he in my bed this morning?" She shuddered at the memory of him lying over her, pulling at her nightgown…"Oh, that…" Olivia hesitated, as though debating whether to explain.

"What?" Isabella demanded."Don't you remember our elective psychology class in college? The teacher talked about a case where a strong emotional stimulus woke a coma patient. I may have… suggested to Ethan that he could try it on you.""What?" Isabella practically shrieked.

"He tried that method to wake me up?!""It clearly worked," Olivia said, attempting to sound optimistic."Worked?!" Isabella leaned out of the car window and pretended to vomit.

"I'd rather have stayed in a coma!"---At crown City Hospital, a thorough series of examinations revealed that Isabella was suffering from retrograde amnesia.

The diagnosis was clear: her memory had been "erased" back to three years ago, long before her obsessive behavior toward Ethan had started.The doctor offered advice kindly.

"I'll prescribe medication to help with recovery, and regular therapy sessions will assist in triggering your lost memories.""No need," Isabella interjected firmly, shaking her head.

The last thing she wanted was to recover memories of throwing herself at Ethan Wilson like a complete fool.