All Chapters of Pretend Amnesia, Get a New Fiancée: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"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 bef

The race kicked off. Tiffany held Mervin tight from the back seat.Janet and I couldn't ride, so we watched from the stands. The group deliberately saved us the center seats. Their eyes kept drifting to me like they were waiting for a joke.I feigned ignorance, keeping my eyes on the two riders up front.Tiffany held on to Mervin's waist as the bike sped off, her hair whipping in the wind. The bikes battled for the lead, and Mervin came out on top.The bike barely stopped when Tiffany yelled, "That was incredible! This kind of freedom feels amazing!"She glanced at me, snorting dismissively, and said, "I just don't know how much longer I'm going to get days like this."Everyone got the dig, but I asked like I didn't get it. "Why not?"Tiffany smiled when she saw my innocent look and said, "Yeah, because my fiance is strict as hell."She cocked a brow at me.My eyes widened as I kept moving closer while her frown deepened.As I leaned in, there was stupid hope in Tiffany's eye

"Suit yourself," Janet said.She and Tiffany ended it on a sour note.I couldn't tell if I was reading too much into it. After their conversation, Janet kept looking at me like she didn't want to let me go.Was she afraid I'd end up back at Tiffany's side?Janet weighed her words. "Chet, after all this time, how do you feel about me?"It was the first time since I'd known her that she'd spoken so cautiously.I played dumb, swirled my wine, and took a small sip. "What do you mean?"I blinked in mock confusion, my gaze settling on her fingertips, which were drained white from the tension.I smiled. "We're engaged, so of course we get along."Instead of easing up, Janet grew more nervous. She pursed her lips and looked down. "If, just if, one day you get your memory back and realize that I'm not the fiancee you remember, what would you do?""What could I do?"I pinched her cheek, feeling how tense she was."You're my fiancee."When I met her eyes, my focus slipped for a secon

"Chester, I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm your real fiancee, not Janet."The moment Tiffany finished, Janet tightened her hold on my hand.I stayed quiet and looked up at Tiffany, her eyes brimming with tears.After a long beat, I smirked. "Is that so?"I threaded my fingers through Janet's and said, "I've got amnesia. I don't remember anything from before, so why would I take your word for it just because you said so?"Tiffany obviously hadn't expected me to push back that hard. She stood there stunned, unsure of what to say.All she could get out was, "What I'm saying is true.""If what you're saying is true, then why would you pass me off to someone else? Was it because you didn't want me, or because you figured I wasn't good enough to be your fiance?"I kept pressing forward as Tiffany backed away, until her waist bumped the swing in the garden. And still, she couldn't find the words.Her lips parted and closed again. All she managed in the end was a wounded, "I'm sorry."T