LOGINCole Sullivan's intermittent amnesia has lasted for three years. Every so often, he'll forget me and fall hopelessly in love with my younger sister, Roselle White. The night before our wedding, he loses his memory again. I sit right beside his hospital bed, yet his eyes pass over me as if I weren't there and land once again on Roselle. Mom and Dad have long since gotten used to smoothing things over. "Rach, you know about Cole's condition. Don't take it personally." I make an excuse to leave. Halfway down the hall, I realize I've forgotten my phone. I've just reached the door when I hear my family laughing and talking inside the room. "So, Cole, how do you plan to tell Rachel about your wedding with Roselle?" Mom asks. "I'll book her a trip around Eurora. By the time she gets back, everything will be settled," Cole answers. "And when you do 'marry' Rachel, we can give her a fake marriage certificate to fool her for a while," Dad adds with a laugh. Roselle sounds hesitant. "What if Rach finds out?" "Then, she finds out," Cole says indifferently. "Saves us the trouble of coming up with more lies, anyway." I stand outside the door, my fingertips turning cold. It turns out his so-called intermittent amnesia in the last three years has been a mere performance, written and directed for me alone to watch. I sink to the floor and slowly pull off the glaring engagement ring I've been wearing, then toss it into the trash can in the hallway. Since no one here truly cares about me, I'll give them exactly what they want and disappear from their lives for good.
View MoreIn the end, the matter could only be settled with compensation. Cole was the only one who managed to pay his share.The properties and cars his parents had prepared for him, together with their savings from several decades, barely covered a third of the total amount demanded.But a third was enough to get him out.As for what happened to Mom, Dad, and Roselle, I never found out.According to a reliable source, though, the auction house owner took them on a "trip" abroad. Only the owner came back.After that, I could finally put my mind at ease.I told Jasmine and everyone else to stop keeping tabs on Cole. After what happened, I doubted he would ever be able to live the comfortable life he had once enjoyed.As for me, I buried myself in my work and continued honing my jewelry-making skills. Just two years later, I had become an indispensable part of the company. One day, my boss came to me unexpectedly. "We're opening a branch in your home country. Would you be willing to he
My family and Cole had no intention of giving up. After all, they still had one last trump card—the necklace.While I had Jasmine discreetly keep tabs on what they were planning, I cut my trip short and flew straight to Ameria. I went to a well-known jewelry design company.Three years ago, they had offered me a position. I had turned it down because I had no plans to leave the country. But now, I wanted to give myself another chance.The interviewer was thrilled to see me. The process went smoothly, and I was hired without much trouble.I had always possessed an exceptional talent for jewelry design, something I had largely inherited from Grandma.Since my parents never really cared for me when I was growing up, they left me at Grandma's place. Ironically, that ended up being a blessing in disguise. I grew up learning everything I could about jewelry from her.Whether it was designing jewelry or restoring it, I could handle the work with ease. That was why she left that necklace
Cole had never seen anything like that before. The moment he saw the woman he loved get hurt, he jumped in front of Milo and challenged him to a one-on-one fight."I don't hit women. You got the guts to fight me?"Milo and Jasmine exchanged a look. The excitement in their eyes was unmistakable. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms."Challenge accepted."Cole's face immediately went pale. He was an office worker who spent his days behind a desk. Against a professional fighter like Milo, he stood no chance.Milo clearly took Cole's challenge seriously, for he wasted no time punching him straight in the face. It was obvious he had held back.Cole merely spun around from the impact before catching himself against the wall."Babe, are you okay?" Roselle called out in a soft, pitiful voice.Maybe hearing his wife's voice gave Cole another burst of courage, for he seemed ready to go again. This time, his eyes landed on Jasmine. She stood quietly to the side, looking s
I didn't need to answer Mom's call to know what it was about. They were obviously going to make me pay the medical bills.I hadn't deleted my parents' numbers or blocked them online. After all, the real show hadn't even begun. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb mode and spent another day having fun.It wasn't until I saw a missed call from the security guard from my apartment complex that I answered the next incoming one. The second I did, I heard a familiar voice cursing the guard in the background."You idiot! I was just at her place over the weekend. How could she possibly have sold the house? Say another word, and I'll rip your mouth off!"The guard sounded exasperated. "Ms. White, these people are insisting on getting inside. I really don't know what else to do, so I had to call you.""I get it. Just let them in. Better yet, keep an eye on them. If things get out of hand, call the police."The guard sounded nervous. "You think they're actually going to hurt someone?"I laughe












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