Todos os capítulos de Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

LISA’S POVThe drive to Andre's place was quiet.Andre didn’t speak. Neither did I.I sat in the backseat of the car, with the AC on full blast and wrapped in a coat Andre had offered me.Trying to warm myself better, I hid my hands hidden under my thighs, so I don't get too cold.I looked outside the tinted windows, the city, the traffic and the glass buildings. I recognized nothing. I felt like a tourist.Everything seemed foreign. Including myself.I got my blank mind busy thinking about Andre and why he had offered me a place when I was just a stranger. Why? What did he get out of helping me?I guess even though I had lost my memory, I hadn't lost the feeling of being a burden on others. I didn't want to be a pity case.Then we pulled onto a house that looked like a palace, and the driver drove us into a garage.I stared at my environment, with my mouth wide open in shock.We took a private elevator to the top floor, and when the doors opened, I took my first step into a house tha

LISA’S POVThe first week passed quickly, living in Andre's house.Afterwards, Andre was never at home most of the time. I knew he had a job, but I wasn't sure what it was, and he seemed so unapproachable most of the time for me to ask some questions about him.He’d leave after breakfast, sometimes with a simple “Make sure you rest well” and sometimes he won't say nothing at all.Stanley, the butler, still remained polite but never interested in making conversation. Having him in the house with me, still made the house very silent. He was just always present for my needs, like a bodyguard that didn’t carry a gun. He rarely spoke unless it was necessary to speak, and he always kept staring at me weirdly. I took up watching movies and dramas to pass the time.The first week, when I still had Andre's attention, I spent my first days in boutiques.It was a very thoughtful, kind act on Andre's part to get me new clothes. The best thing was, Andre’s card had no limit, and the stylists treat

LISA’S POVThe entire room became frozen.What just happened? I wondered…Just minutes ago, I was having the time of my life, being proposed to by the man of my dreams, surrounded by beautiful people, good music and champagne. People I had come to know from Andre's circle were smiling at me and the ladies, which I never seemed to get along with, were looking at me with jealousy. Now all of it has ended with the appearance of a stranger in a hospital gown. Andre had just put the ring onto my finger. It still felt cold.Now, all that was a distant memory. All I could see now was a strange woman that looked soaringly like me gasping for breath as paramedics lifted her limp body off the floor.Why did she look like me?What was going on?Andre ran over to her as soon as she walked in and had not said a word to me since then. He kept pacing and nagging the EMTs while they checked her pulse, and kept murmuring her name… Diane. He had never looked at me like that. It almost seemed as thoug

DIANE’S POVDELULU PRINCESSThree fucking years in that white-walled hell they called a "treatment center." Daddy's little secret stashed away where no one would find his murderous daughter. Treatment. What a joke. They wanted me to talk about my feelings about what I'd done. As if I'd ever apologize when that bitch had it coming. But Daddy couldn't have his precious socialite daughter ruining his reputation, could he? They say the mind protects you from what it can’t handle.That’s what the doctor used to tell me in the facility.But he was wrong.My mind didn’t protect me. It remembered everything.Three years ago, I was standing on the terrace outside Andre’s apartment. It was late, maybe midnight. I remember the way the lights of the city looked to me like a thousand fake stars. I was angry. He was angry. The fight had gone too far.“You can’t just disappear when something doesn’t go your way, Diane.”“You think I’m dramatic, but you’re blind. Everyone in this house lies to

LISA’S POVI woke up alone.The other side of the bed (Andre's side), was cold and empty. The sheets were too smooth like they hadn't been laid on.I sat up slowly. I didn’t know where he had slept last night, but it clearly wasn’t next to me.I reached for my robe and slipped it on. I hadn’t seen Diane since she arrived yesterday. He had taken her straight upstairs, into that room he once told me to never go near. That door had stayed closed for as long as I had lived here. I used to think maybe it was an office, or a storage room. Now I knew better.I made my way toward the kitchen. The closer I got, the more I picked up a warm wonderful scent.Coffee.He always made it for me in the mornings. It had become our usual early morning routine. Something I never had to ask for.When I stepped in, he was standing near the counter. His back was to me. He was watching the machine drip. His hair was still slightly wet from a shower, his shirt open at the top.“Good morning,” I said.