When I woke up in the hospital, my mind was a blank slate.All I felt was a throbbing headache, a sharp sting on my neck from what seemed like a knife wound, and the intimidating presence of a strikingly handsome man in front of me.I asked him who I was—and who he was.The cold aura around him seemed to soften, and I thought I glimpsed a faint smile in his eyes."Your name is Michelle Harper," he said calmly, "and I'm Zachary Miller, your fiancé.""Fiancé?" I frowned, instinctively feeling a strange discomfort about this supposed relationship. And besides—"Do you have any proof?"He smirked without a trace of warmth in his eyes and handed me his iPhone with the photo album open.Inside were countless pictures of us together, smiling and happy. There were even pre-wedding photos.So, it seemed he really was my fiancé.I handed the phone back. "So, we're about to get married?""Yes." He lifted his gaze briefly to meet mine, then dropped a bombshell. "But you cheated on me."
Today was worse than usual—a relentless downpour, with thunder and lightning flashing all day.In the afternoon, as I went downstairs to get some water, I overheard two young housekeepers chattering away. They were so engrossed in their conversation, they didn't notice me approaching."This weather's been creepy lately," one of them said."Totally. Do you think it could be Julie Tanner's ghost coming back?""Oh, don't say that!" The other laughed, but then added, "Still, if she did come back, Miss Harper would be the first one in trouble. After all, Julie died in the room where she's staying now."A glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. I grabbed the nearest housekeeper's arm, my face pale. "What did you just say?"The housekeeper, flustered, pulled back, shaking her head. "N-nothing, Miss Harper. We were just gossiping. Don't take it seriously."Before I could press her further, they both scurried off, leaving me chilled to the bone.Was Zachary doing this on pu
After a long internal debate, I finally mustered the courage to knock on Zachary’s door.He opened it quickly, fresh from the shower, drying his hair with a towel as he gave me a distant look. “What is it?”His cold attitude made it even harder to speak, but I forced the words out, red-eyed and trembling. “I… can I sleep with you tonight?”His hand paused mid-motion, and he looked at me with a steady gaze. “You want to sleep with me?”I nodded.He stared at me for a long moment, as if weighing his thoughts, not saying a word. I stood my ground, determined. No matter what, I wasn’t going to sleep alone tonight.Finally, he spoke. “Once you get your memory back, you’ll regret this.”“I won’t!” I replied.He was silent again.I took a deep breath and confessed what I’d been rehearsing in my mind for days. “I know I hurt you. I don’t know why I did what I did, but I’ve decided—even if my memory comes back, I’ll never go back to that third party who came between us.”The air felt
She put away her phone after messaging someone and forced a smile at me. "Miss Harper, my stomach doesn’t feel well. Could you come with me to the restroom?"She lingered in the restroom for a while before finally coming out. When we returned, the bodyguard handed me an ice cream.I took a bite, and suddenly, my gaze froze.Is that... Zachary?It looked like Zachary knew the man searching for his fiancée.As I got up to walk over, the maid and bodyguard stepped in front of me. "Miss Harper, it’s getting late. Would you like to head back?"I frowned at them blocking my view. By the time I pushed past and looked again, Zachary and the man had disappeared without a trace.Feeling a bit deflated, I took another bite of my ice cream. "Yeah, let’s go back."Lately, things between Zachary and me have seemed to improve without me really noticing. He no longer gives me the silent treatment when I talk to him. Now, he actually responds and engages more.Still, I’m a bit wary of him. Aft
So, I refused to sleep in the same bed as him. I ended up staying in his room while he went to sleep in my old room.I lay awake deep into the night, my mind racing with thoughts about what to do next. I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer. Just the two of us alone in this place, with him clearly interested in me—it was making me increasingly uneasy.Early the next morning, with dark circles under my eyes, I told him my plan.“I’m going to move out. I’ve been imposing on you for too long, and I’ll pay back the medical expenses once I’ve saved up enough.”I still had a few thousand saved up. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to get a place and make it through the transition.He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing as he traced the rim of his coffee cup. His voice was calm, almost too casual. “You’re sure about this?”I nodded. “Yes.”“Alright. I’ll find you a place.” He took a sip of coffee, his eyes dropping as a shadow briefly crossed his face.I opened my mouth, a little s
I grabbed his hand, sobbing, "I don’t know… I feel awful. Help me, please take me to the hospital..."He chuckled softly. "But it’s so late. The hospital’s probably closed by now. How about... you wait until morning?""I can’t… I really can’t wait," I whimpered, unable to hide my distress."Is that so?" He tilted his head, a sly smile spreading across his face as he leaned in, gripping my wrists. "Then let me help you, Mich."The moment his lips touched mine, I stared wide-eyed in terror. Realizing what he was doing, I immediately struggled, but it was no use.Even at my best, I wouldn’t stand a chance against him—now, with the drug weakening me, I was completely powerless.My frantic resistance must have looked feeble to him because he only grinned and continued his assault."You look so beautiful tonight," he murmured, ignoring my protests. "I spent a long time picking out that dress just for you. And it was worth it... you look just as tempting as I imagined."I cried out in
"What do you mean 'also'?" His face grew serious. "You only have one fiancé—me. We grew up together, and I've liked you since high school. Right after we graduated, I confessed, and you said yes. We got engaged just a month ago, but then you suddenly vanished."I felt a chill run through me. "Then who is Zachary?"Michael's gaze darkened. "He's my friend. Have you been with him this whole month?"I nodded, forcing myself to recount everything that had happened. Of course, I left out what happened last night.As I finished, fury flared on his face. "Zachary! That bastard! We posted so many photos together on Instagram, showing off our relationship. He must have secretly saved them, photoshopped the pictures to replace himself in my place. The moment he knew you lost your memory, he used those photos to manipulate you. He's probably had his eye on you for ages!"He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures on various social media platforms. Many of the photos looked just like the
As he placed another shrimp on my plate, I put down my fork, wanting him to eat something too. But the utensil slipped from my hand, and when I bent down to pick it up, I saw his face—pale as a ghost.He leaned in close, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly yanking down my collar."Ah!" I yelped in shock.One by one, revealing marks covered my skin. I realized what he'd noticed and turned my head away in shame."Who did this?" He grabbed my wrist, shouting like a madman, "Who did this to you?! Was it that bastard Zachary?!"His yelling frightened me into silence, my eyes squeezing shut as tears spilled down my cheeks. He continued to curse, his rage uncontained while I simply let my tears fall.After a moment, his entire body trembled as he pulled me into his arms, his voice rough and broken. "I'm sorry, Mich, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I know you didn't want this... you didn't want this, right? I shouldn't have yelled."I wasn't sure what to say.He cupped my tear-stained fa
My face flushed with anger. “You shameless scumbag! You’re a monster!”He ignored me. As soon as the car stopped, he dragged me toward the villa by my wrist. I struggled against him, but he scooped me up, carried me inside, and threw me onto the bed. He ripped my dress down.He sneered, “Keep yelling—why’d you stop?”I kicked and scratched at him, trying to break free. He fumbled as he tried to pin down my legs and arms, looking almost ridiculous, though his voice remained harsh and wild. “Didn’t I tell you to be back by six? Why can’t you listen, huh?”“Let me go! Get off of me!”“I asked you why you didn’t listen to your husband, Mich. Now stay still!”I bit down hard on his arm, making him grunt and loosen his grip. I immediately kicked him off me and bolted toward the door. In my frantic attempt to escape, I misstepped and fell back onto the floor, looking up at him in horror as I scrambled away.He stared down at me, giving a cold snort. He loosened two buttons on his shirt
As he placed another shrimp on my plate, I put down my fork, wanting him to eat something too. But the utensil slipped from my hand, and when I bent down to pick it up, I saw his face—pale as a ghost.He leaned in close, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly yanking down my collar."Ah!" I yelped in shock.One by one, revealing marks covered my skin. I realized what he'd noticed and turned my head away in shame."Who did this?" He grabbed my wrist, shouting like a madman, "Who did this to you?! Was it that bastard Zachary?!"His yelling frightened me into silence, my eyes squeezing shut as tears spilled down my cheeks. He continued to curse, his rage uncontained while I simply let my tears fall.After a moment, his entire body trembled as he pulled me into his arms, his voice rough and broken. "I'm sorry, Mich, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I know you didn't want this... you didn't want this, right? I shouldn't have yelled."I wasn't sure what to say.He cupped my tear-stained fa
"What do you mean 'also'?" His face grew serious. "You only have one fiancé—me. We grew up together, and I've liked you since high school. Right after we graduated, I confessed, and you said yes. We got engaged just a month ago, but then you suddenly vanished."I felt a chill run through me. "Then who is Zachary?"Michael's gaze darkened. "He's my friend. Have you been with him this whole month?"I nodded, forcing myself to recount everything that had happened. Of course, I left out what happened last night.As I finished, fury flared on his face. "Zachary! That bastard! We posted so many photos together on Instagram, showing off our relationship. He must have secretly saved them, photoshopped the pictures to replace himself in my place. The moment he knew you lost your memory, he used those photos to manipulate you. He's probably had his eye on you for ages!"He pulled out his phone and showed me pictures on various social media platforms. Many of the photos looked just like the
I grabbed his hand, sobbing, "I don’t know… I feel awful. Help me, please take me to the hospital..."He chuckled softly. "But it’s so late. The hospital’s probably closed by now. How about... you wait until morning?""I can’t… I really can’t wait," I whimpered, unable to hide my distress."Is that so?" He tilted his head, a sly smile spreading across his face as he leaned in, gripping my wrists. "Then let me help you, Mich."The moment his lips touched mine, I stared wide-eyed in terror. Realizing what he was doing, I immediately struggled, but it was no use.Even at my best, I wouldn’t stand a chance against him—now, with the drug weakening me, I was completely powerless.My frantic resistance must have looked feeble to him because he only grinned and continued his assault."You look so beautiful tonight," he murmured, ignoring my protests. "I spent a long time picking out that dress just for you. And it was worth it... you look just as tempting as I imagined."I cried out in
So, I refused to sleep in the same bed as him. I ended up staying in his room while he went to sleep in my old room.I lay awake deep into the night, my mind racing with thoughts about what to do next. I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer. Just the two of us alone in this place, with him clearly interested in me—it was making me increasingly uneasy.Early the next morning, with dark circles under my eyes, I told him my plan.“I’m going to move out. I’ve been imposing on you for too long, and I’ll pay back the medical expenses once I’ve saved up enough.”I still had a few thousand saved up. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to get a place and make it through the transition.He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing as he traced the rim of his coffee cup. His voice was calm, almost too casual. “You’re sure about this?”I nodded. “Yes.”“Alright. I’ll find you a place.” He took a sip of coffee, his eyes dropping as a shadow briefly crossed his face.I opened my mouth, a little s
She put away her phone after messaging someone and forced a smile at me. "Miss Harper, my stomach doesn’t feel well. Could you come with me to the restroom?"She lingered in the restroom for a while before finally coming out. When we returned, the bodyguard handed me an ice cream.I took a bite, and suddenly, my gaze froze.Is that... Zachary?It looked like Zachary knew the man searching for his fiancée.As I got up to walk over, the maid and bodyguard stepped in front of me. "Miss Harper, it’s getting late. Would you like to head back?"I frowned at them blocking my view. By the time I pushed past and looked again, Zachary and the man had disappeared without a trace.Feeling a bit deflated, I took another bite of my ice cream. "Yeah, let’s go back."Lately, things between Zachary and me have seemed to improve without me really noticing. He no longer gives me the silent treatment when I talk to him. Now, he actually responds and engages more.Still, I’m a bit wary of him. Aft
After a long internal debate, I finally mustered the courage to knock on Zachary’s door.He opened it quickly, fresh from the shower, drying his hair with a towel as he gave me a distant look. “What is it?”His cold attitude made it even harder to speak, but I forced the words out, red-eyed and trembling. “I… can I sleep with you tonight?”His hand paused mid-motion, and he looked at me with a steady gaze. “You want to sleep with me?”I nodded.He stared at me for a long moment, as if weighing his thoughts, not saying a word. I stood my ground, determined. No matter what, I wasn’t going to sleep alone tonight.Finally, he spoke. “Once you get your memory back, you’ll regret this.”“I won’t!” I replied.He was silent again.I took a deep breath and confessed what I’d been rehearsing in my mind for days. “I know I hurt you. I don’t know why I did what I did, but I’ve decided—even if my memory comes back, I’ll never go back to that third party who came between us.”The air felt
Today was worse than usual—a relentless downpour, with thunder and lightning flashing all day.In the afternoon, as I went downstairs to get some water, I overheard two young housekeepers chattering away. They were so engrossed in their conversation, they didn't notice me approaching."This weather's been creepy lately," one of them said."Totally. Do you think it could be Julie Tanner's ghost coming back?""Oh, don't say that!" The other laughed, but then added, "Still, if she did come back, Miss Harper would be the first one in trouble. After all, Julie died in the room where she's staying now."A glass slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor. I grabbed the nearest housekeeper's arm, my face pale. "What did you just say?"The housekeeper, flustered, pulled back, shaking her head. "N-nothing, Miss Harper. We were just gossiping. Don't take it seriously."Before I could press her further, they both scurried off, leaving me chilled to the bone.Was Zachary doing this on pu
When I woke up in the hospital, my mind was a blank slate.All I felt was a throbbing headache, a sharp sting on my neck from what seemed like a knife wound, and the intimidating presence of a strikingly handsome man in front of me.I asked him who I was—and who he was.The cold aura around him seemed to soften, and I thought I glimpsed a faint smile in his eyes."Your name is Michelle Harper," he said calmly, "and I'm Zachary Miller, your fiancé.""Fiancé?" I frowned, instinctively feeling a strange discomfort about this supposed relationship. And besides—"Do you have any proof?"He smirked without a trace of warmth in his eyes and handed me his iPhone with the photo album open.Inside were countless pictures of us together, smiling and happy. There were even pre-wedding photos.So, it seemed he really was my fiancé.I handed the phone back. "So, we're about to get married?""Yes." He lifted his gaze briefly to meet mine, then dropped a bombshell. "But you cheated on me."