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In the aftermath of a sudden memory loss, Richard Ford’s life unravels, revealing a tangled web of betrayal and hidden secrets that threatens to engulf his wife, Harriet. As former lovers and scandalous claims flood their lives, Harriet’s world shatters when a mysterious woman named Emily arrives, clutching a child who claims to be Richard's son. With the facade of a perfect marriage crumbling, Harriet faces an agonizing decision: hold onto a love that feels increasingly distant, or embrace the chaos that has shattered her life.
As the lines blur between loyalty and betrayal, Harriet navigates a household turned upside down, where whispers of pity follow her every move. Richard, now a man divided between his past and present, seems to choose Emily and their son over the life he built with Harriet. Can she reclaim her identity amidst the whirlwind of scandal and heartbreak? Or will the weight of betrayal prove too heavy to bear?
With tensions rising and stakes higher than ever, Harriet must confront not only her husband’s choices but her own desires and dreams long buried. In a world where love once bloomed, is it already too late for spring to return?
Too Late for Spring, Too Late for UsChapter 1
After ten years of marriage, Richard Ford suddenly lost his memory.
Then, all his former lovers came back and admitted that he had cheated on me with them.
The first one was Fiona Chambers, the new Miss USA. She claimed that Richard had bought her a private island where they planned to live together forever. It became talked about everywhere.
Another was Gloria di Mancini, a former Miss Universe contestant. She said to everyone that Richard had chosen her to be his wife three years ago. Another mess.
As for another, there was a young, beautiful flight attendant who even shared a half-naked photo of Richard sleeping. Everyone believed it because they were very intimate. The internet was ready to laugh at me.
However, I still helped Richard handle the Ford Family’s problems as Mrs. Ford.
It was until Emily Burnett showed up one day. She walked limply in one leg. But what shocked me the most was that she held the hand of a nine-year-old boy. Immediately, I had a bad feeling about it.