After My Husband Faked Amnesia to Cheat with His Mistress, I Remarried a Mysterious Heir

At a wedding with many guests, Logan Bennett accidentally fell off a high platform and hit his head. When he woke up, he forgot about me. "In my past life, I was the richest man in Riverton, and my wife's name was Chloe Parker." Logan pushed me away and hugged Chloe, the impoverished student I was sponsoring. The doctor diagnosed it as a second personality resulting from post-stress syndrome. Because Logan absolutely refused to marry me, I became a laughing stock in Riverton. My father sent me abroad overnight to escape the gossip. Five years later, I met Logan again at a business negotiation conference. He really did become the richest man in Riverton, arm in arm with the flamboyant Chloe, looking at me with an arrogant air. “Evelyn Hart, it’s been five years. You’re not still hoping I’ll marry you, are you?” "Chloe and I made a promise for three lifetimes. If you really can't let me go, I can take you in as my personal assistant and have you act as a surrogate for Chloe in the future." I couldn't help but chuckle. A mere billionaire dares to have the Duchess of Charles Beaumont as his personal assistant? Aren't they afraid of getting burned? A pair of twins rushed over from a short distance away. "Mommy, my brother stole my ice cream." Logan's expression changed when he saw the two identical babies. “Evelyn, you actually cheated on me with some random man abroad and even had a child with him.” …… As Logan spoke, he grabbed Aaron Beaumont and threw him aside viciously. Aaron had been pampered by his grandmother, father, and uncle since he was a child, and he had never suffered such grievances before. He immediately pouted and started to cry. Chloe nestled softly in Logan's arms, stroking his chest with her hand. “Logan, he’s a little bastard. Who knows if he has any viruses? You are of noble status; why do you have to do it yourself?” As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped Aaron across the face. “You little bastard, tell me, who is your bastard father?” I quickly stepped forward to block it, but the slap landed on my shoulder. I immediately rebuked him. "Don't go too far. Do you even know who he is? You're just insulting and beating him like that?" People gathered around. "Isn't this Miss Hart, the one Mr. Bennett rejected? Did she chase after Mr. Bennett all the way here?" Logan's disdainful gaze fell on my ordinary casual clothes, and he scoffed. "Evelyn, you're so pathetic without me?" "Your lover, how come he won't even buy you a single piece of clothing?" Logan remains as arrogant and conceited as ever, looking down on everyone. Five years had passed since we last met, and looking at his arrogant expression, I was already as indifferent as still water. Today, the two babies insisted on coming to the banquet to get the big balloon, so I brought them here first. Charles is discussing a collaboration with the mayor. Seeing that I didn't speak, Logan hugged Chloe tightly, as if showing off. "Next time you want me to glance at you, remember to be as charming and beautiful as Chloe. If you're dressed in rags, even if you're trying to seduce me, I'll still find you disgusting. Who knows which random guy might drool over you?" Before I could even rebuke her, Chloe spoke up in a sweet, coquettish voice. “Logan, don’t talk about your sister like that. After all, she helped me financially before. Considering how devoted she is, just accept her. If you can’t, make her take off her clothes and wash them several times.” "No matter how much I wash it, it will still stink. I can't bring myself to eat it. The one I want to eat the most is always you." Logan playfully bit her lip, and Chloe feigned a shy gasp. "Hate." I frowned, a wave of nausea rising in my heart. Chloe clung to Logan like a dodder vine, looking at me with a smug expression. “Sister, although you have sponsored my living and studies, you should understand that true love is not an accessory to money. Logan doesn’t like you, and there’s no use in you pestering him. You should be grateful that he took you in as his personal assistant and secretary.”

Logan looked at me with disdain. "Chloe allows you to see me every day, you should be overjoyed, right? Why don't you kowtow and thank Chloe for her generosity?" The surrounding small business owners immediately began to flatter Logan. "Mr. Bennett and his wife have taken pity on you and kept you by their side. Quickly kneel down and thank them!" "Instead of selling yourself to some old geezer outside, you might as well accompany our richest man. At least you'll have the status of a personal assistant." “Mr. Bennett, you should send him for a check-up first, lest he’s too rotten and has caught some kind of dirty disease.” I stared coldly at Logan. He and I were married into a prominent family through an arranged marriage. Although we couldn't say we had a deep bond, we knew each other well and grew up together as childhood sweethearts. When I was eighteen, he knelt in front of me with a bouquet of flowers and said that I was the person he wanted to grow old with. When I was overjoyed and looking forward to marrying him, he fell in love with my sponsored student. He said she had suffered too much and that she was all alone and needed more care. He even fell three meters off a platform at his wedding for Chloe's sake, fabricating some kind of past life lie. I was so naive that I thought he had really suffered a nerve injury, so I wrote to him every day from abroad to comfort him and find him specialists for treatment. Until Chloe sent me a recording, "Logan, you even bumped your head because of me, and lied to your sister that you had amnesia. It really breaks my heart. I should have advised you to just marry Evelyn." "Tch, I'd be happy to drop a bag or even die under you for you, because you're so fragrant and soft. Evelyn is a dead fish, not even good enough to make your bed." “Look at the letter she wrote. She’s still trying to lick my boots. Since she’s so shameless, after we get married, I’ll tell her she’s regained her memory and have her be a surrogate for us so you can avoid the suffering of pregnancy.” "Logan, you're so mean!" "What can I do? If you get pregnant, I can't touch you for ten months, and that would kill me. Anyway, I'm just making use of her. Who told her to love me so much?" Immediately following this, a shameful sound came from the recording. My heart skipped a beat. I never imagined that my childhood sweetheart could be so shameless. Twenty years of friendship couldn't compare to someone else's two ounces of meat. Logan's eyes were filled with smugness as he listened to the mockery of me and the flattery of him. "Logan, you should find someone else to be your personal assistant. I'm already married and have twin sons." Everyone then turned their attention to the two fair and chubby little dumplings, and were stunned for a moment. Logan frowned impatiently. "You really have a child? Is the father some thug or a playboy?" "You're lying and even bringing up the child. I still have those forty-eight love letters you wrote to me from abroad. You're willing to get married and have a child with someone else? You don't actually think I'd be jealous, do you?" I thought for a moment, then took out the Beaumont family's heirloom, an emerald thumb ring, and said in a cold voice... “My husband is Prince Charles of France, not some scoundrel, but the younger brother of King Charles VIII.” Anyone with a basic understanding of international affairs knows that Charles was the king's most favored younger brother, in charge of overseas trade and commerce. We've been married for four years, and he dotes on me. For my safety, he never lets me show my face in public. Chloe finally stood up straight and snatched the ring from my hand. “There is indeed an iris pattern on it, and a small seal is engraved on it. Sister, you're not trying to tell us that just because of this, you are the most honored Princess Charles of France, are you? Then I'll make ten or eight of them and say that I am the most honored Queen of France.”

Chloe's words caused everyone around her to burst into laughter, which made Chloe even more smug. "Sister, are you out of your mind to marry the richest man? You even made up a lie about marrying a prince." "Do you know that Logan isn't even qualified to meet the Prince? When he heard that he was coming to Riverton, Logan asked the mayor to introduce him six months in advance and even specially collected treasures from various countries. I heard that he dotes on the Princess and even spent 100 million to bid for the Queen's coming-of-age necklace to give to the Princess." "Are you spouting such nonsense and damaging the Prince's reputation because you resent Logan for not wanting you and want to ruin his plans?" As soon as Chloe finished speaking, Logan's expression changed, and he slapped me to the ground. "You slut, I never thought you were so vicious. You would do this to me for such a disgusting thing. Prince Charles is so noble, how could he want a piece of trash like you, a lowly slut?" Chloe hugged Logan and said worriedly, "Logan, your ex-fiancée is jealous of you and is impersonating a prince's wife. If the prince finds out, won't he question your poor judgment and decide whether he'll still be willing to cooperate with us?" What a charlatan! I glared angrily at Chloe, the once timid and pitiful woman. She was working as a waitress at a hotel when she was harassed by a drunk customer and dragged into the bathroom, almost losing her virginity. I felt sorry for her being an orphan with no one to rely on, so I offered to sponsor her living expenses and tuition so that she could focus on her studies. He even treated her like a younger sister, buying her clothes and taking her home to eat and live together. Logan once said that I was too kind-hearted, and that I should be careful that poor people don't become arrogant and inferior, or that I might end up raising a snake. But now he actually believed Chloe's nonsense and is slandering and mocking me to the extreme. Logan kicked me in the stomach again. "I've spoiled you too much, letting you fantasize about me for so long. Today it's time to teach you a lesson and make you give up." As he spoke, he grabbed my hair and slapped me across the face twice. Perhaps feeling it was beneath his dignity, he paused briefly, then turned to look at Chloe. "Chloe, back then Evelyn used to think she had money, so she made you wash her underwear and give her foot massages every day. Today, your husband is backing you up, so you should fight back." As she spoke, she pressed me to the ground and made Chloe slap me hard across the face. Chloe was taken aback at first, then her face lit up with excitement. "Sister, why do you have the right to be so arrogant and boss me around? I'm clearly smarter and prettier than you, so why do you get to enjoy a superior life while I have to be at your mercy?" As he spoke, he slapped me across the face several times. My face immediately felt a burning pain. Aaron and Arthur Beaumont were stunned and stood frozen in place. From birth until the age of three, we were always waited on by servants; we had never seen such a violent scene before. The two little ones burst into tears and threw themselves at me, calling for their mother. Chloe picked up Aaron, slapped the child's fair face twice with her backhand, and threw him to the floor. Logan then grabbed Arthur and kicked him three meters away. "Where did this bastard come from? Send him to the orphanage later." Arthur immediately curled up on the ground in pain, crying out for his mother with tears in his eyes. The two children crawled toward this side with all their might. But the onlookers started jeering; one person kicked him, another slapped him, and someone even lifted Arthur up by the hair. "Hey, he has blue eyes too. This wild man must be a Frenchman." He then threw Arthur away with a look of disgust. Logan frowned in disgust and kicked Arthur away.

Arthur's body crashed into the champagne tower, instantly shattering all the glasses. Arthur froze for a moment, then slowly collapsed, his face instantly covered in blood. I let out a piercing scream. "Artie!" She desperately wanted to run to Arthur and hold him in her arms. Arthur struggled to look up at me, then finally lowered his arms and collapsed to the ground. Logan stepped on my waist and spat. "You're so fond of a bastard? Since you have no shame, I'll teach you a lesson today." Then he told Chloe to strip me naked. "Let's see how you dare to flirt with other people. Let everyone see how shameless you are." As she spoke, she grabbed my hair and lifted me up, making me face everyone while wearing only my underwear. He even pinched my flesh in a flirtatious manner. "With your stinking flesh, you call yourself a prince? I find you disgusting." Chloe pinched my soft flesh hard, again and again. "Sister, we're all doing this for your own good, so you'll know shame and won't be so arrogant." In no time, large bruises appeared on his arms and chest, and his face was swollen and burning painfully. I looked anxiously at Arthur through my squinted eyes. At that moment, I disregarded my shame and embarrassment, and I didn't care where I was injured; I just desperately begged. "Logan, Arthur really is Prince Charles's son, you must save him!" "I beg you, please save the child first. If anything happens to him, the entire Riverton will be unable to bear the responsibility." My earnest pleas did not sway Logan; instead, he flew into a rage, grabbed a chair, and smashed it at me. "You are truly incorrigible. For the sake of a bastard, you even dare to slander His Highness the Prince. Today, I will bring my uncle to teach you a lesson." As he spoke, he slammed the chair down on my leg, and it shattered with a crash. The excruciating pain made my vision go black, and I almost fainted. I bit my tongue hard to stay awake. Arthur was still unconscious, and Aaron was crying out for his mother. I knelt before Logan and kowtowed desperately. "Logan, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have coveted you. I'm so despicable. Please save my child." Logan kicked me away. "Now you know you were wrong, now you feel ashamed? Will you dare to use such despicable tricks to seduce me again next time?" I shook my head repeatedly, "I dare not, I really dare not, please, for the sake of our past relationship, save the child." Logan snorted coldly, slowly took out his phone, and prepared to call an ambulance. Chloe snatched the phone away. "Logan, why would a bastard save him?" “If His Highness the Prince finds out that someone is impersonating his son and you saved him, he will definitely blame you.”

Logan's gaze darkened, and he immediately pulled Chloe into his arms. “Honey, you’re so thoughtful. We really can’t save it, or we’ll just get ourselves into a mess.” Blood slowly trickled down Arthur's head. I panicked, turned around, and grabbed Chloe's skirt. “Chloe, no matter how much you hated me in the past, the child is innocent. I kowtow to you and beg you to save my child.” Chloe grinned maliciously and pinched my chin. "Now you know you were wrong?" "Where did your arrogance go? Aren't you the little princess of Riverton? Why are you crawling on the ground begging me like a dog now?" I know Chloe won't let me off the hook until she's humiliated me enough. Charles and the mayor went to inspect the site and I don't know when they'll be back. Every minute that's wasted means one less chance for Arthur. I quickly lay down on the ground and barked twice. "Mrs. Bennett is right, I am a dog, a shameless bitch. Please, have mercy on me." I don't know if it was the title "Mrs. Bennett" that pleased her, or my servile manner that pleased her; she covered her mouth and giggled. “Oh dear, Riverton’s first little princess is now acting as my dog, I can’t accept that.” Logan smiled with satisfaction. “Chloe, you were born noble and beautiful, but you were unexpectedly left to fall into poverty. You will become the first lady of Riverton in the future.” Chloe was finally satisfied. She casually picked up a chair leg, revealing a exposed iron nail. “Evelyn, if you slash your face right now, I’ll save your son immediately.” He then threw the chair leg at me. I looked at the thick iron nail, which was about ten centimeters long, and then at Chloe and Logan's smug smiles. Someone couldn't stand it and said something. “Mr. Bennett, that’s enough. It would be bad if the Prince saw all this mess when he arrived.” Chloe snorted coldly. “Mr. Lewis, you don’t know Evelyn. She’s shameless. She’ll throw herself at any man she sees. I’m doing this for her own good, so she won’t cause any scandals and embarrass us women.” Suddenly, he slammed the iron nail from the chair leg into my face. A sharp pain shot through me, followed by the agony of my skin tearing. Blood gushed out instantly, dripping down my face and onto the ground. Someone gasped. "It's so deep, this face is ruined." Chloe, with a ferocious expression, pulled out the nail and raised it again to slash at my face. I closed my eyes in terror, screaming desperately in my heart. "Charles, when are you coming to save our son...?" Suddenly the door opened. A loud voice rang out, silencing the entire hall. "Prince Charles has arrived."