After My Boyfriend Pretended To Have Amnesia

Jack Roberson had a car accident while taking his little lover out for a joyride. The crash left him with amnesia.

I rushed to the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. However, just as I reached the door of his hospital room, I heard his voice from within, "I’ve been helping her with her depression for so long and she hasn’t gotten any better. I’m scared one day she’ll just snap and hang herself at home.”

"And about the amnesia? Yeah, I was just faking it. It is a perfect excuse to avoid those sappy walks down memory lane with her. It's too exhausting."

I stopped walking. The words he said sliced through my heart like a knife. I smiled bitterly and lowered my hand, which was about to reach the doorknob.

He was right, I was going to die soon, but, not because I was going to kill myself. It was because I was having a terminal cancer.

——

After a long pause, I was able to calm down, then I pushed the door and walked inside.

Jack's cold eyes met my eyes but he stayed silent.

His icy gaze was like a sharp knife that pierced into my heart.

On any other day, I would have rushed to his side and fussed over him then checked every part of his body for any sign of injuries.

However, today, something inside of me stopped those impulses. I realized that I no longer had the right to do that.

Jack did not need me anymore.

Seeing me stare at him in silence, Jack asked in an annoyed tone, "Who are you?"

His eyes narrowed coldly as he waited for me to answer.

I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and forced a small smile, trying to appear unfazed. “I ... I’m your wife. We’ve been married for five years.”

Although a bandage was wrapped around Jack's forehead the man still lounged against a white pillow as if nothing was wrong.

Even then, the man looked as handsome and carefree as ever.

If it were not for the small patches of blood staining the bandage, I would have thought Jack was faking his injuries just to mess with me.

“It’s obvious our relationship isn’t great,” he said, his lips curved into a mocking smile. “You don’t seem to care much about me, either.”

Is our marriage of those fake ones?" he asked then let out a faint chuckle.

Hearing his laughter my heart ached and my hand trembled uncontrollably. I shoved them into my coat pockets to hide the shaking, but instead, my fingers brushed against something else. It was the diagnosis slip that I had put in a few days ago.

A wave of sadness and helplessness washed over me as I forced myself to nod stiffly. “Well, you have someone else that you care about.”

When the word left my mouth, both Jack and Logan Waldorf, who sat beside him, froze for a long time.

Logan was Jack's long-time friend. He had been helping Jack cover up his affairs for years. Sensing the awkwardness between us, he immediately laughed it off. “Come on, sister-in-law, stop joking. Who else could Jack care about besides you?”

I took a deep breath, stepped closer to Jack and looked straight into his eyes.

"Jack," I called out softly. "Do you really not recognize me?"

For a brief second, panic flickered in Jack's eyes, but he quickly looked away. A hint of irritation crept into his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember who you are.”

“If you really are my wife, I’ll compensate you, whether it’s money or something else, it’s up to you.”

"However, if you expect me to start caring about a stranger ... I’m afraid I can’t do that," he said hauntingly.

Good. Very good. A stranger, huh? Is this how he sees me now?

I lowered my gaze and stepped back.

“Then let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to stay married to someone who doesn’t love me," I said calmly.

I turned away. I did not want him to see the tears that welled up in my eyes.

After all these years, this was where Jack and I had ended up.

“No!” he said in a loud voice.

His unexpected response made me whirl around. There was a disbelief on my face. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes, but just as quickly, his expression returned to its usual coldness. He shrugged casually and said, “We’ll talk about divorce when I get my memory back.”

“There’s no rush.”

My heart sank.

By the time he “got his memory back,” I might already be gone. From divorcee to widow ... what a cruel joke.

“Do whatever you want.” I turned to leave, but just as I grabbed the doorknob, something occurred to me.

“Oh, by the way, since you probably don’t want to live with a stranger, I’ll move back to the house in West City.”

I opened the door, ready to walk out.

“Wait. West City, isn’t that ...?” Jack was about to say something but trailed off.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

West City was an old, rundown neighborhood from decades ago. The place was notorious for its poor environment and terrible safety.

However, it was also the only thing my parents had left me before they passed away.

Jack, with his current amnesia act, wasn’t supposed to know these details. So, he wisely stopped himself from saying it.

I didn’t bother explaining myself to him either. Without another word, I walked out of the hospital room.