Trapped by a Fake Husband

Part 1:

The panorama of the moonlight tonight looks incredibly beautiful. Its color is so enchanting, a perfect sight to enjoy with the naked eye. Even the darkness of the roadside near the forest couldn't dim the beauty of its glow.

However, despite the beauty of the night, it pales in comparison to the distressing sight of a young girl running barefoot along the deserted asphalt road.

A young girl with flowing brown hair was running as fast as she could, paying no mind to her injured feet. She kept running until the sound of an approaching vehicle reached her.

HONK!!!

The blaring horn was followed by the glaring headlights of a truck, shining directly into the girl's eyes.

CRASH!

The truck hit the young girl, sending her flying several meters from where she stood.

In the Emergency Room, chaos ensued. The girl was brought in as the victim of the severe accident. Her condition was critical-her head covered in blood, face bruised, and legs broken.

"She's still alive!" shouted a male doctor as he checked the girl's pulse.

"Does she have any identification?" asked a nurse.

"Nothing was found at the scene," replied another nurse.

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Three days passed...

The young, nameless girl awoke from a three-day coma. She looked around the room. Everything was white. She tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain in her head, now wrapped in bandages. She also noticed an IV attached to her arm.

A nurse entered and was shocked to see the girl awake. She quickly ran out to call a doctor.

Moments later, a middle-aged doctor entered the room with the nurse.

"What's your name, Miss?" asked the doctor, whose name tag read Dr. Sullivan.

"Name?" The girl looked confused.

"...what is my name, Doctor?" she asked again, utterly baffled.

Dr. Sullivan and the nurse exchanged puzzled glances.

"Do you have any family?" the doctor asked.

"Family?" The girl grew more bewildered by the question.

The nurse chimed in, "Since she's been admitted, no one has come to visit her, Doctor. Even the police couldn't identify her or how the accident happened."

Dr. Sullivan nodded in understanding. "Nurse, take her to the lab for further tests," he ordered.

"Yes, Doctor," the nurse responded.

The girl was still visibly confused. "What happened, Nurse?" she asked as the nurse helped her into a wheelchair.

"You'll undergo some tests by Dr. Sullivan first," the nurse replied.

Dr. Sullivan soon completed a brain scan and found something unusual. "You're suffering from amnesia," he informed her.

She was shocked and panicked. "What does that mean, Doctor? Has my family come to visit?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. No one has come, and we've struggled to find your identity," Dr. Sullivan explained.

If she had amnesia, how would she return home? Did she have no family? Why had no one come looking for her? And how would she pay the hospital bills?

The girl ran her hands through her hair, hoping it might help bring back her memories. She was also confused about how she ended up in the accident. What had actually happened?

"Please don't do that, Miss," the nurse said, panicking.

"Who am I?!" the girl screamed, hysterical.

"Please rest for now. The police are investigating your case," the nurse reassured her.

Suddenly, a man appeared before them. He was a handsome man, dressed in a suit, tall and imposing.

"Sweetheart..." His words immediately startled the young woman, who appeared to be around 22 years old.

She looked at him in panic, "Who are you?"

"I'm your husband," the strange man's reply shocked her even more. The nurse, too, was taken aback.

"What is your name, Sir?" the nurse asked.

"My name is Bryan Dominic, and this is my wife, Vallerie Watson ," he answered.

"Alright, Mr. Dominic. I must inform you that your wife is suffering from amnesia due to the accident a few days ago," the nurse explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Doctor. Thank you for taking good care of my wife," Bryan replied.

"It's our duty, Sir. I'll leave you two alone now," the nurse excused herself and left the room.