Chapter 1
The day my husband, Edward Kensington, was reclaimed by his wealthy birth family, a long convoy of luxury cars blocked our entire village road.
When the family’s butler came to pick him up, Edward didn’t even flinch. It was as if he’d been expecting this moment all along.
But when it came time to decide who would return to the city with him, he held our son’s hand and glanced at me apologetically.
“I’ll take Theo back with me first. Gotta come back for you later.”
“As for Amelia… Mother’s very fond of her, I…”
He trailed off, like he was waiting for me to make the decision.
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But I already knew the back seat of that Rolls–Royce at the head of the convoy was already occupied. By her the woman he had
never forgotten.
Over the years we’d been together, Edward often complained that I didn’t understand the astronomy, and philosophy he liked to quote.
But when I offered him the season’s freshest vegetables or the best stewing hen, he would reluctantly nod, put away whatever he was writing, and mutter about the mosquitos in the house, or how Theo kept dirtying the floor and his clothes.
I always nodded quietly. But he never knew I could read too.
I had seen the letters he wrote, full of tender words, always beginning with “My dearest“, always ending with “Yours, forever“.
But the recipient wasn’t me. It was her – Amelia Reed.
So when he said those words, I only nodded calmly, turned around, and slung my foraging basket over my shoulder.
“Who you take back to the city is your choice.”
“I’m going up the mountain to pick mushrooms. we can talk later.”
When a group of village kids came bouncing up to our house to bring the news, Edward was still teaching our son Theo calligraphy.
Theo’s hand faltered, the ink bleeding into a blot on the page.
Edward, calm as ever, said, “Theo, what did I teach you? Script reflects the soul stillness within.”
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I knew that soon, Edward would officially reunite with his biological family and return to Cloud City.
After the Kensington family left, Edward remained composed.
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He was their beloved firstborn raised with the best education and refinement. Even without his memories, even after living for years
in a small mountain village like this, the elegance and grace bred into his bones had never faded.
And me? I was even calmer than him.
I went right back to the mountain to pick mushrooms.
On the way, Old Maude, one of the older village women, teased me as I passed, “Grace, you’re about to leave for the city life with Mr. Kensington, still going into the woods for mushrooms?”
Just the day before, Edward had told the Kensingtons that he needed time to pack, and asked them to return the next day. He’d also said he was taking two people back with him.
The whole village was buzzing, jealous to the core, saying I must have ancestors blessing me from beyond the grave.
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They had all conveniently forgotten when Edward first stumbled into our village with no memory, unable to do even the simplest chores, I was the only one who took care of him like a helpless child.
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Our village was small. When he lived in my home, it tarnished my reputation. That’s the only reason he married me.
The “wedding” was a few neighbors gathered, a couple of red–dyed eggs handed out. That was it.
Afterward, we were…. happy, in our way.
Back then, he was mine. Entirely.
Now he was leaving. Naturally, he should take our son and me.
But I knew better.
In my past life, Edward did take two people back to the Kensingtons.
I just wasn’t one of them.
Thinking of that, I simply smiled at Old Maude and said, “The matsutake this season is especially good.”
Good mushrooms fetch good money.
Enough for me to leave this place.
And start again.
