The year our love burned brightest, Oscar Sterling's sleek black Lamborghini wrapped around an oak tree like tinfoil. News cameras flashed as paramedics pried open the mangled metal, and I stood there, numbly watching, my engagement ring digging into my palm.

Everyone expected me to crumple, to wail and tear at my clothes, but I just stared at the smoking wreckage, a strange calm washing over me.

I'd always known our love was a house of cards; now, it had finally collapsed.

The moment the heavy, ornate door to the private room creaked open, a wave of sickeningly sweet perfume mixed with the cloying scent of expensive cigars hit me., I ran into Oscar Sterling passionately kissing a young girl.

The girl let out a startled yelp as the door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the suddenly still room.

Before I could utter a word, Oscar's so - called best friend, leaped forward, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

He grabbed my arm, his grip painfully tight.

he gasped, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You have to believe me! That car accident... it was a disaster. Oscar was left in a vegetative state, hooked up to machines for years. He just woke up a few weeks ago, and his memory... it's completely gone. We didn't tell you because we didn't want to put you through more pain! We thought it would be kinder to let you move on!"

Oscar Sterling pushed the girl aside, approached me, and conveniently frowned, saying:

Oscar Sterling squared his shoulders, the disheveled suit jacket doing little to hide the calculated glint in his eyes. He sauntered forward.

"I hear you're my fiancée?" he drawled, his voice dripping with false sympathy. His gaze raked over me, taking in my composed demeanor, and he let out a derisive scoff. "Though I don't remember," he continued, pacing slowly around me like a predator sizing up its prey, "seeing how you've clearly pined for me all these years..." He paused dramatically, the room so quiet that I could hear the rapid breathing of the stunned onlookers.​

With a flourish, he grabbed my hand, ignoring my attempt to pull away. "I'll honor my promise and marry you,"

Oscar Sterling didn't know that on the day he faked his death, I had received a video.

In the video, Oscar Sterling smiled and said to someone else:

"I can't accept that Lucille will be my only woman after marriage.

I'll fake my death, play around for a few years.

Comfort her, don't let her take things too hard."

He also didn't know that during the Three years he faked death,

I had other men as well.

His friends around froze for a moment, then tried to persuade me one after another:

"Lucille, how can you say you don't know Oscar? It was us hiding it from you; it has nothing to do with Oscar."

"Yes, Lucille, we did it for your own good, afraid you'd keep worrying. Now Oscar has finally woken up, please don't throw tantrums."

The room filled with criticism.

Before I could respond, a mocking laugh rang out first.

Oscar Sterling stood up from the sofa, cigarette between his fingers, and spoke lazily and smugly: "If she says we don't know each other, let it be. Saves me from having to be responsible."

The young girl by his side immediately took his arm, raising her blushing, nervous face:

"Oscar. I know you. She doesn't appreciate you, but I-I am willing to marry you..."

Oscar Sterling didn't speak, merely glanced at me indifferently, then wrapped an arm around her waist and bent down for a kiss.

Friends around immediately blocked my view,

comforting me:

"Lucille, Oscar lost his memories. You know he used to love you the most."

"Yes, Lucille, you should care more for Oscar, help him remember you sooner, don't be petty."

I opened my mouth, about to say something to these friends of Oscar Sterling, when suddenly a pain shot through my stomach.

My face subconsciously paled, and without lingering further, I turned and left the room.

I moved so quickly that no one inside had time to react.

Only after my figure completely vanished did they sigh to Oscar Sterling:

"Oscar, you've gone too far. Lucille is really jealous and upset; she even turned pale. What if she truly leaves you?"

Oscar Sterling smiled slightly, returning to his seat on the sofa.

"Lucille is easy to coax. After Three years apart, I don't believe she doesn't miss me.

Besides, I have amnesia now.

Once I've had enough fun,

'll just say my memory returned, the past wasn't my intention. I won't even need to apologize; a wave of my finger, and she'll come right back."

After leaving the private room, I couldn't hold back any longer and squatted down on the ground.

The waves of pain coming from my stomach robbed me of the strength even to get to the bathroom.

Until a shadow cast over my head.

A familiar voice sounded:

"What, feeling heartbroken, wanting to rekindle old flames?"

I raised my head and saw Nolan Harrington not far away, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking at me indifferently.

He was dressed entirely in black, with a high nose bridge and eyes hidden in the dim lighting, his emotions unreadable.

Under the light, his thin lips had clean, elegant lines.

At that moment, a sense of unjust grievance rose in my heart.

Tears involuntarily started to fall.

Nolan Harrington immediately panicked, quickly uncrossed his arms, and hurried toward me.

"Don't cry, I won't say that again."

He had a good figure, strong and capable.

With one arm, he lifted me up from the ground.

The scent of cedar filled my nose, tugging at my heartstrings.

I naturally wrapped my arms around his neck and said:

"My stomach hurts."

Nolan Harrington paused slightly: "Did it come early?"

I nodded, my lips unintentionally brushing his chin as my head rested on his broad shoulder.

Nolan Harrington carried me to the car, turned on the heater, and said:

"Wait in the car. I'll go buy something for you."

After saying that, he closed the car door and turned away.

The yellowish streetlamp poured down, outlining his tall, straight figure.

Not long after, a video call popped up.

It was Nolan Harrington.

"They're out of your usual brand. Do you see any others you like?"

Just as I was about to choose, a familiar voice filled with surprise came through the video.

Oscar Sterling walked into the store with the young girl in his arms, sized up Nolan Harrington, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"We invited you out for drinks tonight and you refused. Turns out you were here buying stuff for a woman!

Are you video-chatting with her? Let me see who exactly managed to enlighfifteen our Mr. Harrington!"

Oscar Sterling stepped forward, wanting to grab Nolan Harrington's phone.

I subconsciously moved my face away from the camera.

But Oscar Sterling didn't touch Nolan Harrington's phone.

Nolan Harrington merely glanced at him lightly, and Oscar Sterling withdrew his hand.

"Alright, alright, since you're guarding her so closely. Next time, remember to bring her out and let us meet her!

By the way, Nolan, I met Lucille today.

She walked into the wrong room and saw me kissing another woman.

Scared me to death. Luckily, my other friends improvised and said I'd lost my memory. I'll prefifteend a bit longer, then 'recover' my memory later.

Of course, Nolan, you really helped me out.

I wasn't done having fun back then. It was thanks to your idea of faking my death-it worked perfectly!"

The phone screen shook slightly.

The next moment, the call was disconnected on my side.

Nolan Harrington returned fifteen minutes later.

He didn't dare to look at me; after handing me what he'd bought, he quickly took the driver's seat and locked the car doors.

"I had someone deliver hot coffee to the house. Do you.want to drink it at home?"

Nolan Harrington's voice carried a cautious tone,

which I found somewhat amusing.

Nolan Harrington was famously known as a wealthy heir in Shangjing.

He was also Oscar Sterling's best friend.

Whenever I previously went out to eat with Oscar Sterling, Nolan Harrington would always be present.

At that time, he was cold towards me.

Especially when people around us teased Oscar and me to show affection, Nolan wouldn't even spare a glance.

Sometimes, he'd even mockingly scorn me.

So much so that everyone in our circle believed he disliked me.

It wasn't until later, on the day Oscar Sterling supposedly died in the car accident, that I received a video.

A video sent by Nolan Harrington.

In the video, Oscar Sterling smiled and said to someone:

"I can't accept having only Lucille as my woman after marriage.

I'll fake my death and enjoy myself for a few more years. You guys comfort her well, don't let her take it too hard."

But I didn't expect this fake death idea to also be Nolan Harrington's.

This man was rather cunning.

When we arrived at Nolan Harrington's villa, the moment my feet touched the ground, Nolan Harrington lifted me horizontally in his arms.

After going to the bathroom, Nolan Harrington placed me on the bed and handed me his phone to play games.

After drinking the hot beverage, he skillfully took off his clothes, lay beside me, and gently rubbed my belly.

The overhead lights, like a thin veil, softly draped across his abdominal muscles; each line seemed to tell an unknown story, tempting me to explore.

That's exactly what I thought, and that's exactly what I did.

Nolan Harrington's eyes darkened as he held down my restless hands.

"Behave yourself."

I didn't listen.

He grabbed the back of my head and pressed me down directly.

Three years were enough time for him to become thoroughly familiar with my body.

At the peak of passion, he grasped my hand,

his voice hoarse as he said:

"Help me-"

I'd known Nolan Harrington's endurance since the night I drunkenly slept with him long ago.

Only when my wrist had become unbearably sore did he finally finish.

Just as he was about to carry me to the bathroom to clean up, the phone beside the bed rang.

It was Nolan Harrington's phone.

I accidentally pressed against it, answering the call.

"Nolan, I'm planning an engagement party with Sylvie Lockhart to provoke Lucille. What do you think of this idea?

When Lucille saw me alive, she didn't even care enough to ask about my health. Instead, she's just jealous and upset, not even contacting me until now.

It seems after Three years apart, she's become bold.

I need to torment her a bit, let her experience the pain of losing me again. I have a plan; when the time comes, you."

Oscar Sterling's voice came through the phone.

But before he finished, he abruptly stopped.

Because I couldn't help letting out a startled gasp.

Not because of Oscar Sterling's words, but because something had awakened again-

and it even moved a few times in my hand.