All Chapters of My Dead Fiancée Returned With Another Man: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

A past life?The claim was absurd.Three years of acquaintanceship, four years of love, and another three years endured in despair. That was ten years. Iris Ford thought she could erase it all with a few careless words."Graham..."Violet Bardot stepped in front of me, avoiding my eyes. "Can we talk outside? There are too many people here. Please don't make a scene."I was making a scene? I stared at Violet, the woman who had watched me torture myself like a lunatic for three years while offering hollow sympathy and urging me to let go."Violet," my voice came out hoarse, "when did you find out she was still alive?"Violet went rigid."Was it a year ago? Two years ago? Or did you know from the very beginning?"Violet bit her lip and lowered her voice. "Iris was badly injured back then. Jack carried her down the mountain. When she woke up, she didn't remember anyone."The doctors said forcing her to recover her memories could kill her. And she was living peacefully in that mou

Chapter 2

After the art exhibition, I came down with a terrible fever.When it finally broke, I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror, shaved off the stubble, and pulled myself together. I still had my career to think about.What I didn't expect was running into Iris again at the coffee shop downstairs from my office while meeting a client. She sat in the corner with Violet, the two of them apparently arguing about something.I was going to avoid them, but my client Maya Sacchetti's enthusiastic greeting gave me away. "Mr. Stevens! Over here!"Iris looked up. Our eyes met.This time, there was no coldness in her gaze like before. Instead, I caught something curious, almost searching.I forced myself to look away and sat down across from Maya. We started discussing the new jewelry design proposal."I love the concept behind this Shattered series. That sense of rebirth from despair really grabs you." Maya pointed at the design mockups, her interest piqued."What inspired this, Mr. Ste

Chapter 3

The next two weeks passed in a blur of work. I took on the full Shattered series campaign and threw myself into it, working around the clock, trying to numb everything else out.Then Hazel tossed an invitation onto my desk.Hazel Wright had been my best friend since childhood. After Iris disappeared, she was the one who stayed by my side through everything."Go clear your head," she said, looking at me with concern. "It's a charity gala. Lots of collectors will be there. It could be good for your designs."I rubbed my throbbing temples. "Not interested.""I heard one of Iris' paintings is being auctioned off tonight," Hazel said casually, dangling the bait. "It's called Years in the Mountains. The starting bid is half a million."I froze."Half a million?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Her paintings used to sell for five grand on a good day, when anyone bothered to buy them at all.""That was before. Now she's the genius painter who came back from the dead with a tragic mountain l

Chapter 4

During our junior year of college, Iris and I were trapped in a broken elevator for five straight hours.I have severe claustrophobia. In that darkness, I could barely breathe. Iris held my hand tight and tapped three times against my palm, over and over again.She told me, "Graham, whenever you're scared, I'll tap three times. It means I'm here. You're safe."From that day on, it became our secret signal for help.But Iris lost her memory. How could someone with amnesia remember that?My mind reeled. Then the auction began.Iris' painting, Years in the Mountains, was brought out as the final lot. The canvas showed a quiet wooden cabin. In front of it sat a young man chopping firewood, sunlight spilling over him. It looked peaceful and idyllic.It was her three years with Jack."Ms. Ford," a collector in the front row called out, curiosity in his voice, "the light in this painting is remarkably tender. What was your emotional state when you created it?"Iris held the microphon

Chapter 5

Iris stood among the crowd. The initial shock had faded from her face, replaced by something distant and unreadable.She looked at me quietly without answering, her expression impossible to parse.The silence stretched between us, cold and heavy. For a moment, I felt disoriented.When I first met Iris, she'd been just as cold.Back at art school, I was a broke kid from a fallen family. I was drowning under tuition and living expenses, taking shifts at the studio until late into the night.And Iris was the assistant instructor with the worst temper and the most talent in the entire program.One night, the power went out in the studio. Everyone else left, but I stayed behind, trying to finish an assignment by the glow of the streetlights outside to save on my electric bill.I didn't notice Iris standing behind me until she spoke. "The light's wrong. Your shadows are too harsh."I jumped, and my hand slipped. A jagged black line tore across the canvas.I scrambled to apologize, b

Chapter 6

Violet, who'd been silent until now, suddenly rushed forward with a deep frown."Graham, can you stop this? There are reporters everywhere today. Do you really want to ruin Iris' reputation?"She lowered her voice, her tone sharp with reproach. "Iris finally got a fresh start. She and Jack are happy together. Why do you have to cling to the past?"Even if she does remember bits and pieces, it's because the past was too painful. She doesn't want to remember it."Can't you be the bigger person? Let her go. Let yourself go.""Violet," I said coldly, "if it were your brother who got abandoned, would you still be this magnanimous?"Violet faltered, her face flushing. "That's different!""How is it different?"Hazel stepped out from the crowd and stood beside me, her gaze cold and sharp as it swept over them.She let out a cold laugh and turned to Iris. "Ms. Ford, is it really that hard to admit you're a coward? To admit you never lost your memory and just loved hiding in those moun

Chapter 7

After that night, rumors about Iris faking her death and pretending to have amnesia to abandon her fiancé spread through the art world.Her paintings stopped selling. Several galleries that had signed contracts with her backed out.After all, the art scene might be messy, but reputation still mattered.Who would trust the sincerity of a woman who'd abandon her fiancé just to escape responsibility?A week later, Iris cornered me outside my office building. She looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes."Graham, we need to talk.""I'm busy." I tried to walk past her.She grabbed my wrist. "Just five minutes! I'll leave after that."I glanced at the passersby staring and pointing. With a cold expression, I nodded. "Fine. Five minutes."We headed to a bench in the nearby park."Jack's been diagnosed with severe depression. His heart condition is flaring up again too."Her opening line stopped me cold."So?" I said with a sneer. "Are you inviting me to the funeral?"Iris

Chapter 8

After that day, Iris stopped coming to find me.Online, people were still debating what happened at the gala. Some called Iris a cheater. Others said I was a manipulative ex orchestrating her downfall out of spite.Jack posted several pity-party updates on social media, sharing photos of himself caring for Iris in the mountains with captions like, "Only those who've faced death together understand that some bonds are salvation for the soul. As for those who only show up to enjoy the rewards, I don't blame you."The passive aggression was suffocating. I looked at my phone and let out a cold laugh, ready to release the recording.But Hazel stopped me. "Not yet. If you post it now, people will just say it's fake. Let things play out a little longer.""How much longer?""Until Iris realizes the true love she thought she had is actually a complete lie."Hazel's gaze was sharp and knowing."I've already had someone dig into Jack's background. Care to guess why a simple mountain boy w

Chapter 9

After we started dating, Iris and I rented a cramped basement apartment.In winter, there was no heat. I'd tuck her feet against my body and warm them with my own heat, bit by bit.In summer, there was no air conditioning. She'd fan me all night long until I finally fell asleep.Back then, Iris only had eyes for me.After graduation, I landed a job as a jewelry designer. But Iris refused to compromise. She wouldn't take a corporate job.She had her principles, but bills still needed to be paid. For a long time, no one wanted her paintings. All the living expenses fell on me.But I had hope, and even when life was hard, I felt content.When Iris sold her first painting, she took me to buy a ring. It wasn't expensive, but it was the thought that mattered.On the way home, it started snowing. She held my hand as the snow covered our heads. I felt inexplicably happy.Walking through the snow with her, I thought we'd have forever.Back then, I thought Iris and I would have a happy

Chapter 10

Six months later, my Shattered collection was a massive success. I won Designer of the Year.At the awards ceremony, the host asked me, "Mr. Stevens, people say your designs carry a sense of rebirth and renewal. Where does that power come from?"I held the microphone and let my gaze sweep across the audience. In the back corner, I spotted a familiar figure.It was Iris.I'd heard things weren't going well for her and Jack.When it became clear she couldn't win me back, Iris eventually returned to Jack.Her paintings weren't selling. Money was tight. They started fighting constantly.The most ironic part? Jack's depression and heart condition were completely fake. They were just excuses he used to scam money for gambling and supporting his ex-girlfriend.When Iris discovered the truth and tried to leave, Jack showed his true colors. He beat her badly enough to land her in the ICU.Iris tried to press charges, but Jack claimed it was just a "domestic dispute between partners." G

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