Trash Ex Faked It, Now I'm Faking It... With His Bro

Trash Ex Faked It, Now I'm Faking It... With His Bro

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I thought I'd marry Oscar, but his "fatal" car crash was a hoax. He faked amnesia to cheat, but I'd seen his video confessing he'd rather play than commit. While everyone pitied me, Nolan-Oscar's "best friend"-quietly helped. Turns out, Nolan had plotted Oscar's fake death to free me, secretly loving me since college. When Oscar mocked my "jealousy" at his engagement, Nolan stood by me. We married swiftly, and Oscar, enraged, tried pleading. I played his betrayal video, ending his charade. Months later, he died in a real crash.

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

The year our love burned brightest, Oscar Sterling's sleek black Lamborghini wrapped around an oak tree like tinfoil. News cameras flashed as paramedics pried open the mangled metal, and I stood there, numbly watching, my engagement ring digging into my palm.

Everyone expected me to crumple, to wail and tear at my clothes, but I just stared at the smoking wreckage, a strange calm washing over me.

I'd always known our love was a house of cards; now, it had finally collapsed.

The moment the heavy, ornate door to the private room creaked open, a wave of sickeningly sweet perfume mixed with the cloying scent of expensive cigars hit me., I ran into Oscar Sterling passionately kissing a young girl.

The girl let out a startled yelp as the door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the suddenly still room.

Before I could utter a word, Oscar's so - called best friend, leaped forward, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

He grabbed my arm, his grip painfully tight.

he gasped, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You have to believe me! That car accident... it was a disaster. Oscar was left in a vegetative state, hooked up to machines for years. He just woke up a few weeks ago, and his memory... it's completely gone. We didn't tell you because we didn't want to put you through more pain! We thought it would be kinder to let you move on!"

Oscar Sterling pushed the girl aside, approached me, and conveniently frowned, saying:

Oscar Sterling squared his shoulders, the disheveled suit jacket doing little to hide the calculated glint in his eyes. He sauntered forward.

"I hear you're my fiancée?" he drawled, his voice dripping with false sympathy. His gaze raked over me, taking in my composed demeanor, and he let out a derisive scoff. "Though I don't remember," he continued, pacing slowly around me like a predator sizing up its prey, "seeing how you've clearly pined for me all these years..." He paused dramatically, the room so quiet that I could hear the rapid breathing of the stunned onlookers.​

With a flourish, he grabbed my hand, ignoring my attempt to pull away. "I'll honor my promise and marry you,"

Oscar Sterling didn't know that on the day he faked his death, I had received a video.

In the video, Oscar Sterling smiled and said to someone else:

"I can't accept that Lucille will be my only woman after marriage.

I'll fake my death, play around for a few years.

Comfort her, don't let her take things too hard."

He also didn't know that during the Three years he faked death,

I had other men as well.

His friends around froze for a moment, then tried to persuade me one after another:

"Lucille, how can you say you don't know Oscar? It was us hiding it from you; it has nothing to do with Oscar."

"Yes, Lucille, we did it for your own good, afraid you'd keep worrying. Now Oscar has finally woken up, please don't throw tantrums."

The room filled with criticism.

Before I could respond, a mocking laugh rang out first.

Oscar Sterling stood up from the sofa, cigarette between his fingers, and spoke lazily and smugly: "If she says we don't know each other, let it be. Saves me from having to be responsible."

The young girl by his side immediately took his arm, raising her blushing, nervous face:

"Oscar. I know you. She doesn't appreciate you, but I-I am willing to marry you..."

Oscar Sterling didn't speak, merely glanced at me indifferently, then wrapped an arm around her waist and bent down for a kiss.

Friends around immediately blocked my view,

comforting me:

"Lucille, Oscar lost his memories. You know he used to love you the most."

"Yes, Lucille, you should care more for Oscar, help him remember you sooner, don't be petty."

I opened my mouth, about to say something to these friends of Oscar Sterling, when suddenly a pain shot through my stomach.

My face subconsciously paled, and without lingering further, I turned and left the room.

I moved so quickly that no one inside had time to react.

Only after my figure completely vanished did they sigh to Oscar Sterling:

"Oscar, you've gone too far. Lucille is really jealous and upset; she even turned pale. What if she truly leaves you?"

Oscar Sterling smiled slightly, returning to his seat on the sofa.

"Lucille is easy to coax. After Three years apart, I don't believe she doesn't miss me.

Besides, I have amnesia now.

Once I've had enough fun,

'll just say my memory returned, the past wasn't my intention. I won't even need to apologize; a wave of my finger, and she'll come right back."

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