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My Fiancée's Double Life: I Chose to Disappear

My Fiancée's Double Life: I Chose to Disappear

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My fiancée, Jocelyn, lost her memory in a skiing accident three months ago. At least, that's what she told me. She conveniently forgot all seven years of our life together, but no one else. I spent my life savings on neurologists, desperate to bring back the woman I loved. Then, one evening, I overheard her on a speakerphone call with her best friend. "It's just a summer fling to get it out of my system," she laughed. "Ethan's my endgame, but he's a little boring. He'll be waiting like a sad puppy when I'm done playing." My blood ran cold. The sleepless nights, the pain, the constant worry-it was all a joke to her. Her friend asked what she would do if I ever found out and tried to leave. Jocelyn's reply was chilling. "He's not going anywhere. He's mine. If he tried to leave, I'd find him and lock him up so he could never escape." I realized our entire history was a lie. I wasn't her partner; I was her property. A safe bet she could put on a shelf while she had her fun. My suffering wasn't a tragedy to her; it was the price of her entertainment. That night, I didn't cry. I booked a one-way ticket to the other side of the world. Then, I walked into the courthouse and filed a petition to legally change my name. She wanted to play a game? Fine. Let's play hide and seek.

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The crisp December air bit at my cheeks as I jogged up the steps of the Beacon Hill club. In my hand, I clutched a small, nondescript white envelope. Inside was a letter from Dr. Albright, the top neurologist in the state, confirming a consultation for Jocelyn. Hope felt like a warm current spreading through my chest, a feeling I hadn't had in months.

I was about to push open the heavy oak door when I heard familiar voices from inside. Laughter. Not just any laughter, but the high, carefree sound of Jocelyn's best friend, Chloe, mixed with the deeper tones of their circle. I paused, my hand hovering over the brass handle.

"Seriously, Jo, you're a genius for this," Chloe's voice floated through the wood. "A whole guilt-free summer before tying the knot. I'm taking notes."

My body went rigid. My breath caught in my throat.

Another voice, one of Jocelyn's sorority sisters, chimed in. "But aren't you worried Ethan will find out? Faking amnesia... that's next-level."

My world tilted on its axis. Faking amnesia. The words echoed in the sudden silence of my mind.

Then, I heard her. Jocelyn's voice, tinny and distant over a speakerphone. "Relax. It's just a fling to get it out of my system. I'll be back in Boston by Labor Day, ready to be Mrs. Lester. Ethan is my endgame." She laughed, a sound that had once been my favorite music. Now, it was the screech of metal on metal. "He's too pure to ever leave me. He'll be waiting like a sad puppy when I'm done playing."

The hope in my chest turned to ice. The letter in my hand felt like a block of lead. I stood frozen on the top step, the sounds of their celebration muffled by the sudden roaring in my ears. It felt like I had been plunged into an ice bath. The cold seeped into my bones, a deep, numbing chill that had nothing to do with the winter air. All the pain, the sleepless nights, the desperate calls to doctors-it was all a game. A joke. What was I, in her eyes?

Chloe's voice cut through my haze again. "What about that model? Carson, was it? Is he any good?"

"He's fun," Jocelyn's voice was casual, dismissive. "A nice distraction. But you know how it is. No one compares to Ethan when it comes to the real thing. He's just... a little boring sometimes. A girl needs some excitement before settling down."

The casual cruelty of her words was a physical blow. It knocked the air from my lungs. I felt a wave of heat rush up my neck, a bitter taste flooding my mouth. I couldn't look at the door. I couldn't face them.

Someone else, a guy I vaguely recognized, spoke up. "You're playing with fire, Jo. Remember what happened with the heir from the Davis family? He caught his fiancée doing something similar and he completely ghosted her. Vanished."

Jocelyn's tone turned sharp, possessive. "Ethan isn't him. Ethan loves me more than anything. If he ever found out and tried to leave, I'd find him. I'd drag him back and lock him up so he could never leave me again. He's mine."

The confidence in her voice was absolute. The certainty that she owned me, body and soul.

I took a stumbling step back, my legs feeling weak and uncoordinated. I turned away from the club, away from the laughter and the lies. Rain began to fall, cold and sharp against my skin, but I barely felt it. I was already soaked through with a chilling despair.

As I staggered down the street, the white envelope slipped from my numb fingers. It fell to the wet pavement with a soft thud. I watched as the rain darkened the paper, the ink of the doctor's name beginning to bleed. The consultation, the hope, my future-all of it was being washed away into the gutter.

A flood of memories washed over me, sharp and painful. The first time I saw her, on a stage at a university arts festival, her eyes finding mine in the crowd. She wasn't my type. I disliked the flashy, popular crowd she ran with. But she pursued me with a relentless fire that was impossible to ignore. She once shut off the power to the entire campus library just to get me to come outside so she could ask me on a date. She filled the soccer field with roses for my birthday, a grand, embarrassing gesture that somehow made my heart beat faster.

The memory that sealed it all was the car crash. Not hers. Mine. A drunk driver ran a red light. It was Jocelyn who pulled me from the wreckage. It was Jocelyn who held my hand in the ambulance, her face stained with tears and my blood. It was Jocelyn who sat by my hospital bed for a week, refusing to leave. That was the moment I knew. This was the woman I would spend my life with.

We were together for seven years after that. Seven stable, happy years. Or so I thought. I believed I had found my person, my anchor in a world that had always felt unsteady.

Then came her "skiing accident" three months ago. The supposed head injury. The selective amnesia that conveniently erased only me. I was devastated. I fell apart. But I pulled myself together. For her. I told myself I had to be strong, that I had to find a way to bring her back to me. I spent every waking moment researching treatments, calling doctors, pulling every string I could.

And it was all a lie. A meticulously crafted, cruel deception.

The memories collided with the words I had just heard. Her casual cruelty. Her possessive declaration. It all clicked into place. The perfect, loving fiancée was a performance. The seven years of happiness were a prelude to a game.

I finally reached my apartment, my clothes drenched, my body shivering. I walked through the door and went straight to my desk. I pulled out my birth certificate, my passport, my social security card. My hands were shaking, but my mind was clear. Coldly, terrifyingly clear.

The next morning, I was at the Suffolk County Probate and Family Court. I filled out the petition for a change of name. When I reached the line for the new name, my pen hovered for a second. Then, I wrote it down. Andrew Wright. A simple name. An anonymous name. A name she would never think to look for.

The clerk stamped my papers. "It will take a few weeks to be official, Mr. Lester. You'll receive the final decree in the mail."

I nodded, my voice hollow. "Thank you."

Walking out of the courthouse, I looked up at the gray Boston sky. Ethan Lester was dying. And soon, he would be gone for good. She would never find him.

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