Boyfriend Fakes Amnesia and Betrays Me, I Faked Death and Ran Away Chapter 01

Boyfriend Fakes Amnesia and Betrays Me, I Faked Death and Ran Away Chapter 01

After his car accident, Benjamin Harrison forgot all about me and went back to his old playboy habits.

He slept with any woman he wanted, but with me, he was especially cold.

Desperate, I put on the lace bodysuit with bunny ears, the one I’d worn on our first night together. I stepped into his room, hoping to jolt his memory.

Instead, he had his bodyguards strip me and throw me into a club room, leaving me at the mercy of the male entertainers there.

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Why don’t these men help you scratch that itch?”

“I don’t play with just any woman, especially a filthy one like you. You’re beneath me.”

Just as I was starting to believe he would never remember me, a flood of on-screen comments appeared before my eyes.

[Not gonna lie, the male lead is disgusting, right? This is textbook toxic behavior.]

[Ugh, the female lead is such a poor thing. She doesn’t know he’s faking the amnesia just so he has an excuse to sleep around.]

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When I saw the comments, my mind went blank and I started shaking all over as they scrolled by.

[Seriously? It starts off this messed up? He actually let those guys touch her?]

[Nah, he just told them to scare her. They didn’t actually do anything.]

Scare me?

I stared blankly at the bruises on my body and the white stains on my clothes.

I had fought tooth and nail to keep those men from violating me.

And the comments called that “just scaring me”?

My blood ran cold. I felt like I’d been thrown into icy water.

Suddenly, the door to the club room burst open.

Benjamin walked in with his mistress, Jessica Moore, on his arm. He looked down at me.

“Emily, do you understand what you did wrong?”

“Next time you try to crawl into my bed, it won’t be just a warning.”

My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe this was the man I had loved for three years.

“Benjamin, you really hired those men? And you call that a scare?”

I showed him the bruises on my neck and wrist, demanding an answer.

Benjamin finally saw how terrible I looked, and his expression froze. He spun around and grabbed the club manager by the collar.

“What the hell happened?”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes practically shooting fire. “I told you to scare her! You actually touched her?”

The manager broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively glanced at Jessica.

Jessica grabbed Benjamin’s hand and said softly, “Ben, how would he dare to disobey you? Maybe Emily hurt herself to frame them.”

The manager wiped his sweat. “Right… right. Miss Carter insisted that those men touch her. We didn’t have a choice.”