The year I loved Jack Thompson the most was the year he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would break down, but I didn’t cry or make a scene. Two years later, I ran into him at a private party. Jack was passionately kissing a young woman. His friends rushed to explain to me: “Jack was severely injured in the accident and fell into a coma. He’s just woken up and lost his memory… We didn’t tell you to spare you from constant worry.” Jack pushed the girl away and came to me, frowning as he said: “I heard you’re my fiancée? Although I don’t remember, I’ll honor our engagement since you’ve been pining for me.” I smiled slightly and replied, “They’re lying to you. We don’t know each other.” Jack didn’t know that on the day he faked his death, I had received a video. In the video, Jack was laughing as he told someone: “The thought of being with only Emily after marriage is unbearable. “I’ll fake my death and play around for a few more years. Comfort her often, don’t let her do anything stupid.” He also didn’t know that during the two years he was “dead,” I had been with other men.
The friends around us were stunned, then quickly tried to persuade me: “Emily, how can you say you don’t know Jack? We kept it from you, it’s not Jack’s fault.” “Yeah, Emily, we did it for your own good, afraid you’d always be worried. Now that Jack’s finally awake, don’t be petty with him.” The room was filled with accusations. Before I could speak, a scornful laugh rang out. Jack stood up from the couch, cigarette between his fingers, looking lazy and smug as he said, “If we don’t know each other, then forget it. Saves me the trouble of being responsible.” The young woman by his side clung to Jack’s arm, looking up at him shyly and nervously: “Jack… I know you. She doesn’t appreciate you, I… I’m willing to marry you, okay?” Jack didn’t respond. He glanced at me coldly, then wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist and kissed her deeply. Seeing this, the friends around us quickly blocked my view. They comforted me: “Emily, Jack lost his memory. You know he loved you the most before.” “Yeah, Em, you should take care of Jack and help him remember you. Don’t be upset.” I opened my mouth, about to say something to Jack’s friends, when a sudden pain shot through my stomach. My face paled involuntarily. I didn’t linger, turning to leave the room. I left so quickly that the people in the room didn’t react in time. After I disappeared completely, they sighed to Jack: “Jack, you went too far. Emily’s really jealous and angry now, her face went white. Don’t let her really leave you.” Jack smiled, sitting back on the couch. “Emily’s easy to coax. After two years apart, I don’t believe she doesn’t miss me. “Besides, I’ve lost my memory now. When I’m done playing around, I’ll tell her my memory’s back, say the past wasn’t my intention. I won’t even need to apologize, just beckon and she’ll come running back.”
After leaving the room, I could no longer hold back and crouched down. The pain in my stomach came in waves, leaving me without the strength to even go to the restroom. Until a shadow fell over me. A familiar voice said: “What, heartbroken? Want to rekindle the flame?” I looked up to see Alexander Hughes leaning against the doorframe not far away, arms crossed, looking at me impassively. He was dressed all in black, with a high bridge nose and eyes hidden in the dim light, emotions unreadable. In the light, his thin lips had beautiful, clean lines. In that moment, a feeling of being wrongly accused welled up in my heart. Tears fell uncontrollably. Alexander panicked, quickly dropping his arms and walking over to me. “Don’t cry, I won’t say that again.” He had a great physique, strong and powerful. He picked me up from the ground with one arm. The scent of cedar entered my nose, stirring my heartstrings. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said: “My stomach hurts…” Alexander paused slightly: “It’s early?” I nodded, my lips inadvertently brushing his jaw as I rested my head on his broad shoulder. Alexander carried me to the car, turned on the heat and said: “Wait in the car, I’ll go buy you some things.” After saying that, he closed the car door and left. The dim streetlight poured down from above, outlining his tall figure. Not long after, a video call came in. It was from Alexander. “Your usual brand is sold out. Do you see any you like among these?” I was about to choose when a familiar voice tinged with surprise came from the video. Jack walked into the store with his arm around the young woman’s waist. He looked Alexander up and down in surprise and said: “We invited you out for drinks tonight but you didn’t come. Turns out you’re here buying things for a woman! “Are you on a video call with her? Let me see who the amazing woman is that got our Mr. Hughes to open up!” Jack reached out to grab Alexander’s phone. I instinctively moved my face away from the camera. But Jack didn’t touch Alexander’s phone. Alexander just gave him a cold look, and Jack’s hand retracted. “Alright, alright, I see you’re protective of your treasure. Next time you must bring her out to meet us! “By the way, Alex, I ran into Emily. She walked into the wrong room and caught me kissing another woman. I was scared to death, but luckily the other guys were quick-witted and said I had amnesia. I’ll play around a bit more, then regain my memory. “Of course, you really helped me out too, bro. Back then when I wasn’t done playing, your idea of faking my death was brilliant!” The phone screen shook, and the next second my end showed the call had been disconnected.
Alexander came back ten minutes later. He didn’t dare look at me, just handed me what he bought and quickly got into the driver’s seat, locking the car doors. “I had someone send over some ginger tea with red dates. It’s at home. Do you… want to go back and drink it?” Alexander’s words carried a hint of caution. It made me laugh a little. Alexander was a well-known second generation rich kid in the city. He was also Jack’s best friend. In the past when I went out to eat with Jack, Alexander was always there. Back then he was very cold towards me, especially when people around us urged Jack and me to show affection, he wouldn’t even give us a glance. He even sneered and showed disgust. To the point where people in that circle all thought he hated me. Until later, on the day of Jack’s “fatal” car accident, I received a video. A video sent by Alexander. In the video Jack was laughing as he told someone: “The thought of being with only Emily after marriage is unbearable. “I’ll fake my death and play around for a few more years. Comfort her often, don’t let her do anything stupid.” But I never expected that this fake death was actually Alexander’s idea. This man was quite scheming.
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