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

round an oak tree like tinfoil. News cameras flashed as paramedics pried open the mang

tear at my clothes, but I just stared at the s

was a house of cards; now

e of sickeningly sweet perfume mixed with the cloying scent of expensive c

door slammed shut behind me, the sound

called best friend, leaped forward, nearl

arm, his grip p

n a vegetative state, hooked up to machines for years. He just woke up a few weeks ago, and his memory... it's completely go

rl aside, approached me, and

eveled suit jacket doing little to hide the cal

et 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

, ignoring my attempt to pull away.

hat on the day he faked his d

Sterling smiled and

Lucille will be my onl

ath, play around

n't let her take

that during the Three

ther men

r a moment, then tried to pe

know Oscar? It was us hiding it from

afraid you'd keep worrying. Now Oscar has f

filled wit

spond, a mocking l

ingers, and spoke lazily and smugly: "If she says we don't know

mmediately took his arm, rais

sn't appreciate you, but I-I

ed at me indifferently, then wrapped an ar

d immediately

ortin

memories. You know he us

more for Oscar, help him remem

g to these friends of Oscar Sterling, whe

, and without lingering furth

that no one inside

mpletely vanished did th

s really jealous and upset; she even tu

slightly, returning t

ter Three years apart, I don'

I have a

ve had e

t my intention. I won't even need to apologize;