The Faked Death and the Real Betrayal Chapter 1

During the year I loved Arthur the most, he died in a car crash.

Everyone expected me to have a total breakdown, but I didn't cry or make a scene.

Two years later, I bumped into him in a private room at a club. Arthur had his arms around a young girl, kissing her passionately.

His friends quickly surrounded me, scrambling to explain:

"Arthur was severely injured in that crash and fell into a coma. He just recently woke up, but he has amnesia... We didn't want you living in constant anxiety, so we never told you."

Arthur pushed the girl away, walked up to me, and frowned:

"I heard you're my fiancée? Even though I don't remember it, seeing how devoted you've been to me, I'll honor my promise and marry you."

I smiled faintly and replied, "They're lying to you. We don't know each other."

Arthur didn't know that on the very day he faked his death, I received a video.

In the video, Arthur was laughing and telling his friends:

"The thought of only having Chloe for the rest of my life after we get married... I just can't accept it.

"I'm going to fake my death and have fun for a few years. You guys make sure to comfort her. Don't let her do anything stupid."

He also didn't know that during the two years he spent "dead,"

I had found someone else too.

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The friends around us froze for a moment, then started trying to persuade me:

"Chloe, how can you say you don't know him? We're the ones who hid it from you. It has nothing to do with Arthur."

"Yeah, Chloe, we did it for your own good. We didn't want you constantly worrying. Now that Arthur finally woke up, please don't throw a tantrum."

The private room was suddenly filled with accusations directed at me.

Before I could even speak, a loud scoff cut through the noise.

Arthur stood up from the sofa, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, and said with lazy arrogance: "If she says we don't know each other, then forget it. Saves me the trouble of taking responsibility."

The young girl who had been with him immediately clung to his arm, lifting her face with a shy, nervous look:

"Arthur... I know you. She doesn't appreciate you, but I... I'm willing to marry you, okay?"

Arthur didn't answer. He just shot me a cold, indifferent glance, then wrapped his arm around the girl's waist, leaned down, and kissed her.

Seeing this, his friends immediately stepped in front of me to block my view.

They tried to comfort me:

"Chloe, Arthur has amnesia. You know he loved you the most before."

"Yeah, Chloe. You need to show him more care and help him remember you sooner. Stop throwing these little fits."

I opened my mouth, about to say something to these so-called friends of Arthur's, when a sudden, sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

My face instinctively went pale. I didn't stay another second; I turned and walked out of the room.

I moved so fast that the people inside didn't even have time to react.

Only after I had completely disappeared did they sigh and say to Arthur:

"Arthur, you went too far. Chloe is genuinely jealous and angry. Her face went completely white. What if she really dumps you?"

Arthur smiled, sitting back down on the sofa.

"Chloe is easy to coax. It's been two years; I refuse to believe she doesn't miss me.

"Besides, I have 'amnesia' right now. Once I've had my fun, I'll just tell her my memory came back and that none of this was my true intention. I won't even have to apologize. I'll just crook my finger, and she'll come running back."