After losing my memory, I was monopolized by my childhood friend

Chapter 1

I woke up with amnesia, and my childhood friend, Jason, showed up, claiming to be my fiancé.

I was dubious, but he charmed me into bed. I was too exhausted to even lift a finger afterward.

The next day, my real fiancé appeared, his voice choked with tears as he begged me to return to him.

That’s when the truth started to unravel.

When I confronted Jason, he sneered and spat, “You’re an idiot! What’s so great about that guy? He’s weak and he cheated…”

That’s when I realized just how intensely jealous he was…

Chapter 2

I was in a car accident. I lost my memory.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like I’d been shattered. Multiple fractures, the doctor explained, plus a brain bleed that wiped out most of my memories.

It didn’t really sink in until I realized I only remembered things from before I was six.

The first person I saw wasn’t my parents. It was a man in a suit.

Arthur was tall and handsome, with sharp features and a voice that could melt glaciers.

“Jamie,” he said, “Do you remember me?”

Like any amnesiac, I blinked, confused. “Who are you?”

Arthur stared at me, his voice laced with a strange mixture of hurt and possessiveness. “I’m your fiancé, Arthur. Don’t you remember me?”

He made it sound like I was the one who’d broken his heart, a heartless woman.

I stammered, feeling awkward. “I really don’t remember you. Do you have any proof?”

He seemed to expect this. He pulled out a folder and showed me pictures: elementary school photos, high school pictures, even college graduation pictures. We were in every one.

I stared, eyes wide. “We knew each other since we were kids?”

Arthur nodded solemnly. “To be precise, since you started elementary school at six. So it’s understandable you don’t remember me before then.”

I was speechless, but pressed on. “Those photos don’t prove anything. Not all childhood friends get engaged.”

I didn’t notice Arthur’s face darken.

His voice turned cold. He handed me his phone, displaying my parents’ contact information. “Call them. They won’t lie to you.”

I felt uncomfortable. “But why aren’t they here?” I mumbled.

Arthur didn’t answer.

My parents sounded distraught when I called. They apologized for not being there and asked about my health. Then they mentioned Arthur.

My mom’s voice was crackly, and it hurt my ear.

“Jamie, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Arthur… Arthur’s a good man. Just… just consider him your fiancé.”

Arthur snatched the phone away and hung up.

I stared at him, confused. “What was that? I hadn’t finished talking to Mom. Something feels…off about them accepting him so easily.”

But then Arthur’s demeanor shifted. He was suddenly soft, almost fawning.

“Baby,” he cooed, “You just woke up. Too much talking hurts your head. Besides, you heard your mother. I’m your fiancé. Why question it? It hurts me, baby. Don’t be so cruel.”

I was dumbfounded. A six-foot-four man calling me “baby” in that voice… and I actually found it kinda hot. My heart was pounding.

“Okay,” I said. “You’re my fiancé. Because…I’m falling for you!”

A satisfied smile played on his lips.

Two weeks later, Arthur checked me out of the hospital. But the driver didn’t take me home. We were heading to a secluded beach house.

A bad feeling gnawed at me. “I don’t think I lived here.”

Arthur, however, grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. “Nonsense. All your things are here.”

Before I could protest, he had me inside, and the second the door closed, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely…

Chapter 3

Arthur took me completely by surprise. He held my hands down, kissing me until my legs felt weak, then scooped me up and carried me upstairs.

I hung limp in his arms. “Arthur, that’s cheating.”

He grinned, his voice low and husky. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for this. Every day in the hospital…”

My heart hammered. My cheeks burned.

In the bedroom, he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top, kissing my lips again, his touch lingering, teasing.

I hesitated. “Wait, it’s too fast. Something feels wrong.”

Arthur looked at me, his eyes filled with longing and desire. His hand slipped inside my shirt. “Baby, nothing’s wrong. I’ll take care of you forever.”

I succumbed, forgetting that men’s words in bed often didn’t mean a thing.

That first night at the beach house was wild and passionate.

When I woke, Arthur was gone, but a note lay on the nightstand: “Jamie, I’m at work. Eat when you wake up.”

I blinked, shifted slightly, and winced. My face blazed.

I went downstairs and heard a frantic ringing at the front door. The house was so well insulated I hadn’t heard a thing from upstairs. Worried something was wrong, I opened it.

A haggard man stood there.

When Daniel saw me, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed my wrist. “Jamie, I’ve found you!”

I stumbled back, annoyed. “Who are you? I don’t know you.”

Pain flickered in Daniel’s eyes. “Right, the doctor said you have amnesia. You wouldn’t remember me, but…”

He looked at me intently. “I’m your fiancé. Think!”

I froze, my head throbbing.

“Fiancé? But Arthur is my fiancé.”

Daniel broke down. “He’s lying! He’s deceiving you! Jamie, I’m your real fiancé! He’s taking advantage of your amnesia!”

His eyes fell on the love bite on my collarbone. His eyes filled with pain.

“He touched you! The bastard!”

My head spun, the confusion overwhelming me. I didn’t know what to believe.

“Prove you’re my fiancé.”

Daniel was frantic. “I have proof!”

He pulled out his phone, showing me a video. My breath caught. It showed me and Daniel at our engagement party.

I stared, stunned.

Daniel’s voice was filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Jamie. I should have been there when you had your accident. Then that son of a bitch wouldn’t have had the chance to take you. Jamie, I love you. Please, come back to me.”