All Chapters of After Losing My Memory, My Boyfriend‘s Best Friend Took Advantage: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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."

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

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

"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

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