For three months, Jordyn hadn't had her period, so she went to the hospital for an ultrasound with a bit of excitement. The doctor examined the report for a while and exclaimed, "Miss Jordyn, there's no trace of a uterus in your scan!" Jordyn's first reaction was denial, "How could I not have a uterus? My periods were always regular until they suddenly stopped these past three months." The doctor checked her medical records on the computer and informed her, "Three months ago, you had a hysterectomy." A hysterectomy? Jordyn immediately shook her head, "No, three months ago, I had an appendectomy!" "The surgery records clearly state it was a hysterectomy. The consent form even has your husband's signature." Unwilling to give up, Jordyn begged the doctor to find the surgery consent form. [Patient: Jordyn, Type of Surgery: Hysterectomy] At the bottom, Ryan's signature was bold and flamboyant — unmistakably his handwriting. Jordyn was still in a state of disbelief when the doctor discovered something else on the computer. "Your husband's name is Ryan, right?" "Yes." "He was just here with another woman for her prenatal checkup. The pregnant woman's name is Brad. Do you know her?" She did. A year ago, after Brice's car accident, it was Brad who saved him. Jordyn couldn't quite recall how she left the hospital. Crossing the street, she almost got hit by a car, startling both herself and the driver. Her mind was a chaotic mess. She and Ryan had been together since middle school, from school uniforms to wedding attire, sharing fifteen years of seasons. Everyone who knew them was aware of the profound love Ryan had for Jordyn. Even a moment before the car accident, Ryan chose to push her out of the car, sacrificing himself as the car careened down the cliff. Brad was the girl who saved him at the bottom of the cliff. After the accident, Ryan lost his memory and was cared for by Brad for half a year. Once he regained his memory, he returned to Jordyn, still deeply in love with her. Upon seeing her, he eagerly embraced her, eyes red, saying, "Jordyn, I thought I'd never see you again." Jordyn was grateful for Brad's care during that time, almost falling to her knees in gratitude. She decided that Ryan should give Brad a generous sum of five million dollars and buy several apartments for her family in the city center of H City as gratitude. She once asked Brice, "During your memory loss, were you with Brad?" Brice gently held her and kissed her, "That was all during my amnesia. Now that my memory is back, there's only you in my heart." Initially, she was skeptical. Until the day Brice sent Brad's entire family overseas. Furthermore, he visited a tattoo parlor to have "Jordyn's Exclusive" inked over his heart. Despite his allergy to tattoo ink, he endured a high fever that night. In a daze, he held her hand and whispered, "I'm okay. I just wanted to give you peace of mind. In case I ever forget again, this tattoo will remind me of my dear wife Jordyn, whom I love with all my heart." Jordyn wept uncontrollably and believed him completely. Whether it was a school reunion or a business gala, Brice always took her along. His friends often teased him, "Brice, you're too clingy. Can't be away from your wife even for a moment, always carrying her around." Brice seemed to revel in it, "You're just jealous that I married such a wonderful wife." Three months ago, they began trying for a baby. One night, she suddenly had a stomach ache, and Brice took her to the hospital, telling her it was acute appendicitis requiring surgery. Jordyn didn't suspect anything, watching as Brice signed the surgery consent form before she was wheeled into the operating room. But it turned out what was removed was her uterus, not her appendix. By the time she returned home, it was already late. As she pushed the door open, she overheard Brice on the phone. "... Okay, I'll come over tonight to be with you and the baby. Don't worry, Jordyn's uterus has been removed. She won't be able to get pregnant, so no one will threaten our child's place." "I've given her love and the prestige of being Mrs. Song. You must stay in the shadows, enduring the injustice." "Once the baby is born, I'll arrange for adoption paperwork and bring the baby into the Song family." "Don't worry, Jordyn is kind-hearted. She'll take good care of the child." "She'll never know. Not ever." Jordyn stood frozen in place, feeling an icy dread. It turned out he hadn't forgotten Brad. He wanted to make amends to Brad by having her bear his child; then, to give Jordyn a sense of security, he orchestrated everything, including the removal of her uterus. Initially, she fantasized that perhaps the doctor was mistaken or there was someone with the same name as Ryan and Brad. But fantasies are fragile, always destined to be broken by the harshness of reality. Given that their past affections were no longer present, she no longer wished to play the game of being his beloved or forgotten passion. She turned away and hailed a cab...

At the police station's registration department, the staff checked her documents. "Miss Jordyn, are you sure you want to change your name to Dorothy?" Jordyn nodded, "Yes." "What's the reason for the name change?" "I wanted a name that felt more like me." As an adult, she didn't need anyone's approval for a name change. The staff quickly completed the process and informed her, "In seven business days, your new name will officially take effect." "Thank you." Just as Jordyn stepped out of the registration department, she ran into Brice. He embraced her anxiously, "Jordyn, where have you been? Why couldn't I reach you on your phone? I was worried out of my mind!" Behind him was a group of police officers. One of them joked, "Alright, you've found your wife, you can relax now." Another officer casually remarked to Jordyn, "Your husband was frantic trying to find you. When you went missing, he nearly lost his mind. We had every officer out looking for you. Luckily, with the surveillance, we found you at the registration department." Brice asked her, "Jordyn, what were you doing at the registration department?" Jordyn replied calmly, "Nothing much, just updating some information." "When the police checked the surveillance, they also saw you went to the hospital today. Are you feeling unwell?" Jordyn raised her head to look at the man who loved her more than life itself. Why did he love her so much yet still have an affair with Brad? Was it because of the life-saving grace from half a year ago that he felt he owed him his life? Or did he truly fall in love with Brad during those six months? Even though he had regained his memory, did his love for Brad remain? "Jordyn, why aren't you speaking?" Jordyn gently pushed him away, her voice indifferent, "I'm not unwell, I just went to check my blood type." "Why did you check your blood type?" "So I can donate blood whenever someone needs it." Brice breathed a sigh of relief, "You also went to the registration department to update the blood type on your records, right?" "Yes." The heavy stone in Brice's heart finally settled, "Our Jordyn is so kind-hearted, always thinking about donating blood to save lives." Back home, Brice became even more reliant on her. Brice insisted on holding Jordyn's hand whenever possible, even when it was inconvenient. During meals, despite the awkwardness of using chopsticks with his left hand, he would still grasp her hand. Jordyn said, "Let go, it's inconvenient this way." Brice held her hand even tighter, "I won't let go. I'm afraid if I let go, you'll disappear on me." Jordyn sighed. His comforting words would soon prove eerily prophetic. In seven days, she would completely shed her identity as Jordyn, officially adopting her new name and embarking on a brand new life. ... and completely leaving him behind. After dinner, Brice sat with her on the sofa, watching a reality TV show. He peeled grapes and placed them in a crystal bowl, offering them all to her. Suddenly, his phone rang. He grabbed a few tissues to wipe his hands and went to the balcony to answer the call, looking guilty. When he returned, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, saying, "Honey, there's an urgent matter at the company, I need to go." Was it Brad calling him? Urging him to be with her and the child. Though Jordyn had mentally prepared herself, hearing him lie still stabbed her heart sharply. She nodded, "You should go." Brice hugged her, "Stay home tonight, I'll be back in the morning." "Okay." Brice grabbed his coat and almost sprinted out of the house, driving away. Meanwhile, Jordyn, as if compelled by some unseen force, opened her tablet and launched an app. This app was connected to Brice's car recorder and could synchronize the current status of the car. His car was driving normally on the road away from home, but the sound of the phone call was clearly transmitted: "I'm on my way, wait for me a bit longer." Brad teased, "Jordyn didn't find out, right?" "Don't worry, she won't find out." "How about we spice things up tonight?" Brice's breathing became noticeably heavier, his voice hoarse, "You're still pregnant." Brad's voice was so coquettish it could melt, "When we went for the check-up today, didn't the doctor say the baby is doing well? It's been three months, the baby is stable. Honey, ever since I got pregnant, it's been so long since we've been together. I miss you... " "You little minx, " Brice spat fiercely, "Just wait! I'll deal with you properly tonight!"

Brice drove his car all the way to the company building. It turned out that sending Brad abroad was a lie. Brad had been staying in his company, where Brice could see him every day at work. Jordyn suddenly laughed. Sometimes, when you're speechless, all you can do is laugh. Brice had woven a beautiful, dreamy bubble around her, trapping her inside, making her believe she was the happiest woman in the world. But outside that bubble, he had another family, and soon, there would be a child. Jordyn felt utterly disillusioned. The car engine had stopped, and the car camera recording should have shut off as well. However, within minutes, an app notification popped up, indicating the car camera recording had started again. Jordyn opened the app once more and witnessed an unbearable scene—Brice and Brad were in the car, caught up in a heated moment, oblivious to everything else. Brad's belly was slightly swollen, and Brice protectively held one hand over it while pulling him closer with the other. Jordyn saw Brad's intoxicated expression and Brice's face distorted by desire, and she turned away, retching. She felt nauseated. They went on for several rounds, and Jordyn no longer cared to delve into the details. The next morning, she copied the entire car camera recording onto a USB drive—a five-hour-long spectacle, perfect as a parting gift to mark the end of their decade-long relationship. At nine in the morning, Brice returned, carrying breakfast. "Jordyn, why are you up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?" Jordyn was on the balcony watering the flowers. These were rare night-blooming flowers she had nurtured for seven years, blooming for the first time this year. But she snipped them off with scissors and tossed them into the trash can. Brice was surprised. "These flowers are so rare. Why cut them off?" Jordyn replied, "These flowers bloom only briefly, like a fleeting moment. They bloomed last night, and now they mean nothing." "It seems I missed their most beautiful moment. It's my fault; I shouldn't have gone to the company last night. I should have stayed with you." Jordyn chuckled softly, "It's not important anymore." Brice embraced her from behind, whispering intimately, "Since you're awake, shall we continue trying for a baby?" His suggestion was clear enough. Jordyn wanted to ask, after spending hours with Brad last night, are you sure you can go another round? But as the words formed, she found them pointless. She was already planning to leave, so why bother arguing? "No, I'm on my period—my time of the month." Brice's expression changed immediately. "How is that possible? How can you be on your period... " Realizing he'd slipped up, he quickly corrected himself, "I mean, it's not supposed to be due yet, right?" Jordyn said, "Maybe it's early." Brice remained silent, his face turning sullen. "Jordyn, I need to make a call." He turned and went back to the bedroom, calling a doctor friend, "Wasn't Jordyn's uterus removed? How can she be on her period? Was the surgery successful?" The friend answered confidently, "The surgery was definitely successful. I'm very sure of it." "Then why is she bleeding?" "It could be an infection, or perhaps your intimate activities were too intense, causing a tear." Upon hearing this last part, Brice's mood improved instantly. "So that's possible. Last time with Jordyn... well, it was indeed a bit intense." The doctor friend reassured him, "Just time it right. Put more effort around her supposed cycle, and if she experiences slight bleeding each time, she'll never discover the truth." Brice chuckled, "Alright, I'll do as you suggest." When Brice came out of the bedroom, Jordyn was still on the balcony tending to her plants. But today, instead of carefully nurturing them, she had cut them all down, uprooted the entire plants, and casually piled them together. "Jordyn, you usually treasure these plants. Why did you pull them all out?" Jordyn said, "I don't like them anymore." "I feel like your mood has been off these days." "It's my period, mood swings, quite normal." The housekeeper happened to pass by, and Jordyn called out to her, "Mrs. Wang, please throw away this pile of trash later." "Ma'am, do you mean these uprooted plants?" "Yes, and the pots too. Throw them all away."