After saving my girlfriend, Tiffany Swain, I suffer from a concussion, leading to me getting rushed to the hospital. That's when I decide to play a prank on her.

"Who are you?"

When I see Tiffany's expression freeze on her face, I almost burst out laughing.

But Tiffany suddenly points at her best friend, Janet Emery. "I'm your fiancee's friend. That's your fiancee, Janet Emery."

This time, my expression freezes on my face.

Janet approaches me at that moment. "That's right. I'm your fiancee."

I squeeze out a smile at her. "Let's go home, then."

Janet Emery brought me back to her place.

I looked around at a house that felt totally unfamiliar, with no sign that I had ever lived there. I kept my head down and fiddled with my phone.

"Do you want to get some rest first?" Janet asked softly.

She really looked like someone who cared about me.

"Okay."

I nodded and used the amnesia excuse to have her take me to the bedroom.

When Janet saw me settle in, she finally relaxed.

I closed my eyes. The air was filled with her scent—unfamiliar but pleasant. After a while, I heard a voice I knew.

"Jan, you're my best friend. Can you pretend to be his fiancee for now?"

When I heard Tiffany Swain's voice, I sat up and looked toward the bedroom door that wasn't fully closed.

"Aren't you worried that he might get his memory back someday?" Janet asked.

I could tell that she thought I was already asleep. The two of them were openly talking on speakerphone.

"Oh, come on. If he gets his memory back, I'll just sweet-talk him, kiss him, hug him a bit, and he'll be fine. He loves me too much to ever leave."

Tiffany sounded all sugary, but it cut straight through me.

So that was it. I never really mattered to her. I loved her too much, and that made me something she could toss away.

"I've just been with him for a long time, and I'm bored. I need something new and a little room to breathe. It'll pass soon. I know you can't stand Chester, but just do me this favor, okay?"

I didn't hear Janet's answer. She kept moving farther away with her phone in hand.

I straightened up, opened the door, and slowly walked toward her on the balcony. I wondered if popping up out of nowhere would freak her out. That thought crossed my mind with a mean little thrill.

But Janet seemed to sense something and turned right into my gaze. She hung up fast, walked over, and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Didn't you say you wanted to rest? So how are you awake already?"

She nuzzled into my chest, like we were a loving, engaged couple who'd been together forever.

"I'm kinda hungry," I said, and I smiled, but my eyes didn't.

Janet didn't seem to notice and asked, "So what do you want to eat? Scrambled eggs on toast?"

That caught me off guard.

I liked scrambled eggs on toast, and even Tiffany didn't know that.

"Okay."

I nodded, then awkwardly pulled her hand away and sat at the table.

Janet turned and went into the kitchen without uttering a single word. Watching her tie on an apron and cook as if it were second nature made everything feel unreal.

Wasn't this exactly what I'd pictured married life looking like? I never thought I'd see that coming from my actual fiancee's friend.

Before long, a plate of scrambled eggs on toast was set in front of me. Janet propped her chin on her hand and smiled at me.

My heart skipped a beat. I lowered my head and took a bite right away. I didn't expect it to taste that good.

"Does it taste good?"

I didn't answer, but my body did.

Seeing me rush through it, Janet leaned closer and brushed a bit of egg off the corner of my mouth with her fingertip.

"No one's gonna steal your food, so slow down, or people will think I'm starving you."

That sudden intimacy made me purse my lips without thinking. When our eyes met, I could hear a heart pounding hard. I didn't know whose it was.

I looked away and tipped my head back, stiff and awkward.

Seeing I was still pulling back, Janet smiled and brushed a light kiss on my forehead.

"It's okay. I know you don't remember me yet, but we can take it slow, okay?"

I looked into her kind eyes and nodded without really knowing why.

What I couldn't understand was that, after all these years together, Janet had never shown any romantic interest in me. If anything, everything she did made it look like she hated me, just like Tiffany said.

I stared straight at Janet.

So which one of her was real?

"I'm meeting some friends tonight. Do you want to come with me?" Janet asked.

Friends?

Tiffany flashed through my mind.

"Yeah, I'm in," I said.

When Janet led me into the private room, a swirl of different scents hit me, and the room was buzzing with men and women.

Tiffany was sitting in the middle, and a guy I recognized was right next to her.

He was Mervin Lanning, her first love.

Everyone around them was cheering them on, and they were already locked in a passionate kiss. They slowly broke apart when they saw me walk in.

I clearly caught the provocation in Mervin's eyes.

Tiffany leaned against his shoulder and smiled at me. "You're here. Let me introduce him. This is my boyfriend, Mervin."

She kissed Mervin on the cheek and smiled, all sweet and shy.

"Hello, I'm Mervin Lanning."

Mervin held out his hand and smiled, like the provocation I saw earlier never existed.

"Hello."

I kept my expression polite, like he was a total stranger to me.

The truth was, I'd seen him before. I'd seen him on Tiffany's phone, in her journal, and in every slurred, lovesick ramble she spilled when she was drunk.

I went to sit off to the side with Janet while everyone stayed quiet and watched the four of us like a show.

I used to be the punchline in this crowd. But that night, with Janet by my side, nobody dared mess with me.

My eyes drifted to Janet without me meaning to. She was looking at me, too, gentle and calm.

Tiffany was curled up in Mervin's arms, and she got annoyed when she saw us trading looks.

She gave Janet a suspicious look, and her voice sounded pissed. "You and your fiance must be doing great, since you can't see anyone else here and only have eyes for him."

She sounded jealous, like she had just been cheated on, even though she was the one who handed me to Janet.

I found it kind of funny and said, "Yeah, we're engaged, so of course we're good."

Nobody answered, and the room went tense.

"Alright, alright, forget it. Let's play a game." Someone spoke up, breaking the silence.

Tiffany glanced at Janet, then pulled Mervin down to sit with her.

That person said, "Let's play Kings. Whoever draws the king picks two numbers, and they must do a dare."

Everyone was clearly into it.

One round later, Tiffany and Mervin got called. The king had them make out for two minutes in front of us and post it on their socials.

Mervin kept kissing her while checking my reaction. When he saw that I didn't react, he stopped watching me and really went for it.

After it ended, Tiffany glanced at me, clearly feeling uneasy. When she saw me calmly sipping my drink, she finally relaxed.

In the second round, Tiffany and I got picked. The king told me to hold her in my arms and do five squats.

When I saw everyone's knowing smiles, I smiled back.

Tiffany glanced at Mervin, who clearly didn't look happy, and walked out impatiently. She clearly hated having to do the dare with me.

"Can't we swap? I've got a boyfriend."

I looked up at her. She looked so annoyed that I laughed. "We can."

She stopped cold and looked at me in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"You're right. You've got a boyfriend, and I've got a fiancee, so we shouldn't play this kind of game together."

I let out a deliberately regretful sigh and continued, "Since the challenge wasn't completed, I'll take the drink as a penalty."

Right as I picked up my drink, Tiffany reached out, stopping me without thinking.

Her expression looked awful, and she practically forced the words out. "I can play along."

I shook my head while she glared at me like she was on fire. "No, thanks. That would piss Jan off."

I turned to Janet behind me, who was clearly surprised. "That's what I used to call you, right? Was it Jan, Jannie, or Nettie?"

I was deliberately pushing Tiffany's buttons. Sure enough, she couldn't take it and dragged Janet out right after. I followed them out, claiming that I was worried.

Tiffany's furious voice echoed from the end of the hallway. "Janet, what did you do to Chester?"

Unlike Tiffany, Janet looked and sounded completely innocent. "I didn't do anything. That's exactly how he used to treat you, wasn't it? No matter what he did, he was always scared of upsetting you.

"He's got a different girlfriend now, but he's still the same guy."

Janet's words landed right on Tiffany's sore spot.

Tiffany gritted her teeth and took a few deep breaths. She couldn't come up with a comeback. "Either way, I'm warning you to stay away from him. I told you to act, not make it real!"

Janet just smiled like it didn't faze her. "I get it. You know I can't stand him."

Without interrupting them, I went back to the room. When they returned, they were arm in arm like best friends again.

The room was still loud and buzzing. I ignored the occasional provocative looks aimed at me and blended in like it was nothing.

That seemed to draw Tiffany's attention even more. Maybe she was caught off guard because she always saw me as dull and quiet, and this side of me didn't match.

As the night wore on, everyone went their separate ways. Janet helped me back to the villa since I was drunk.

As I sank into the mattress, I grabbed her wrist. "Jan."

My voice sounded husky and gentle from the alcohol, and it threw Janet off balance. She pursed her lips, not moving.

My cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. I looked out of it, but my head was clear. I wanted to prove something.

I tugged her lightly.

She lost her balance and fell onto me.

Blaming it on the alcohol, I lifted my head and kissed Janet.

The second our lips touched, her eyes went wide. Then she took over and wrapped her arms around my neck. Things heated up fast between us.

It took a long moment before we finally pulled apart.

Janet's eyes flickered, bright as she looked at me. "Chet, I'm really happy tonight."

She was clearly saying more than just the words.

My hand at my side curled into a fist on its own.

What Janet said didn't match her actions. She said she hated me, but she never pushed me away, and even now, she was letting this happen.

I couldn't make sense of it.

Back when I was with Tiffany, Janet hated me. No matter how I acted or how much I tried to win her over, she kept me at arm's length.

She even mocked my relationship with Tiffany, saying we'd never last. That was why I used to avoid her whenever I could.

But after I lost my memory, and Tiffany handed me over to her, she flipped into a whole different person.

Was Janet doing this to protect her friendship with Tiffany? But wasn't that a pretty steep price to pay?

My thoughts were a tangled mess. In the end, I stopped dwelling on it and just went with the act.

Janet never gave anything away. She reminded me to eat, held me at night, and greeted me softly every morning. Because of my condition, she even helped me get a full month off work.

I spent my days at Janet's villa, watching movies, tending the garden, and going on walks with her. The days were simple, yet I felt at ease and unexpectedly happy.

That calm lasted until one phone call shattered it.

I saw Tiffany again. She was in tight shorts, a fitted tank, and a biker jacket, leaning against her bike and looking effortlessly cool.

I watched her bright smile, quietly clenching my fists.

She'd hurt her lower back before, so I was always worried she'd get hurt again when we were together. I always stopped her from activities like racing or bungee jumping, but she always said I was overreacting.

With the number of creeps out there, I used to talk Tiffany out of going out in shorts and a tank top. If she insisted, I'd still bring a jacket and stay close, just in case.

To her, it was all control. She said I was holding her back and killing her freedom. After she pushed me away, she finally felt like she could breathe again.

When Janet and I appeared, Tiffany smiled and waved at us. I nodded back politely, but she clearly wasn't happy with my response.

She stepped right up to me and tugged at the hem of her shorts on purpose. "Chester, do I look good today?"

"Yeah."

I gave her the answer she wanted, but her expression still darkened.

"But not as good as Jan."

I said it on purpose. She'd pushed me onto someone else, so why couldn't I compliment someone else, too?

Tiffany looked pissed.

"This race is only happening because Mervin likes it," she snapped.

I nodded. "Good for you."

Tiffany opened her mouth like she had something to say, but then thought better of it. She went straight to Mervin and, with everyone hyping them up, pulled him in and kissed him.

She kissed him hard while staring right at me. When she finally realized that I wasn't reacting, she pushed him back.

Her lipstick was smudged from the kiss, but she didn't even notice. She grabbed a megaphone from someone nearby and brought it to her lips.

Looking at me, she guided Mervin's arm around her waist and said, "I've got something to announce. Mervin and I are getting engaged."

The whole place went dead quiet.

After all, Tiffany and I had already made our engagement official. Mervin was just the side guy who came along after the fact.

In our circle, nobody cared if you played around, but once it was made official, you couldn't just undo it.

Everyone looked at Tiffany in disbelief, but she didn't flinch.

"I've realized that the one I truly love is Mervin," she said decisively, staring straight at me.

I started clapping, breaking the silence. "Congrats to you both."

I smiled, ignoring the sting in my chest.

Tiffany never took me seriously, treating me like someone she could call in and toss aside. So yeah, I could get a new fiancee too.