The Clinic of Forgetting

Often, in a fleeting, hazy moment, I find myself recalling the scene of my first meeting with Alexander Salk. It was an early summer afternoon, sunlight filtering through the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I had just finished an interview, and as I stepped out of the Office Building, I accidentally collided with someone. The papers in my hands scattered across the ground, and I hurriedly bent down to retrieve them. "Be careful." A low, gentle voice sounded above me. I looked up and found myself caught in a pair of deep, captivating eyes. The man wore a sharply tailored white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal smooth, well-defined forearms. He bent down gracefully to help me collect the scattered papers, his movements calm and assured. "Thank you." I accepted the documents he handed me, feeling a flush warm my cheeks. "It's okay." He smiled, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes softening his gaze. "Did you just finish your interview?" I nodded, gripping the documents in my hand tightly. "This company is good. You should make the most of the opportunity." After saying that, he turned and walked into the office building. It was only later that I discovered he was the CEO of the company, Alexander Salk. After that meeting, we crossed paths several more times. Sometimes in the company elevator, sometimes at the café downstairs. He was always kind, would take the initiative to greet me, and occasionally strike up a brief conversation. I admit, I found myself drawn to him. He was mature and steady, possessing a reassuring strength. On the day he confessed to me, I hardly hesitated before saying yes. Those around me envied me, saying I had married a good man. The wedding was grand, and Alexander Salk gave me a fairy-tale ceremony. In those early days of marriage, he was exceptionally kind to me. He remembered my preferences, picked me up when I worked late, and accompanied me to the park or movies on weekends. I believed this happiness would last forever. Until Blair Shane appeared. Blair Shane is Alexander Salk's secretary—young, beautiful, and exceptionally capable. At first, I didn't pay her much attention. After all, it's normal for a CEO like Alexander to have outstanding subordinates around him. But gradually, I began to sense that something was wrong. Alexander started working overtime more and more frequently. Sometimes, when he came home late at night, he would carry a scent of perfume that wasn't mine. His phone also became mysteriously close to him; he never let it out of his sight and would deliberately avoid me when answering calls. A woman's intuition told me that he was definitely hiding something from me.