One Hundred Pranks, One True End

lieved I was the lu

agazine. After a terrible car accident, he' d lost his memory. He didn' t remem

. He pursued me with a relentless, dizzying passion that swept me off my fe

memories with stories of a love that had never existed before the crash. It started as a game

. I held a positive pregnancy test in my trembling hand. My heart hammered

cket. I wanted to see the look on his face. I stopped outside the door, he

ars but could never forget. Chloe Jenkins. My rival

s like sugar-coated poison. "It' s been two w

pressed my ear agains

laugh I knew. This was sharp, cynical. "Patience, my love. One more

Chloe said, a hint of admiration in her tone. "Faking am

ber when we replaced her gallery submission with a child' s drawing? Or when we convinced her tha

gh the door, a physical for

ly misunderstandings" of the past two years. The ruined artworks. The canceled shows. The public emba

get back at her for me, and I' ll finally agree to date you.

e dripping with an adoration I'd once believed wa

pa

My love, our life, our future baby-it was all just the punchline to a very long, ver

d over my mouth to stifle a sob. My fairy t

dred pranks. A ce

y face. It felt alien. He was righ

al prank wo

ould search frantically, his heart breaking for the woman he

ion: "100th prank:

would be hospitalize

ten mountain range, would watch his world burn to

teach him what it truly

hrew a lavish party. He invited all his wealthy, entitled friends.

ion, was "accidentally" destroyed. A server, one of his friends in disguise, spilled an

e'd said, wrapping his arms around me as

al. Now, the memory made my stomach turn. I saw it fo

' d flipped through it, his eyes wide with what I thought

s scribbled in the margins in Liam's handwriting. "Prank #92: Complim

iled, numbered list o

hor, the only thing that felt real in his confusing world. He

is friends and laugh about how gullible

tted to ruin my career. The man who nursed me through a fever was the same man who number