Chapter 2
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In my previous life, I also met fake-amnesiac Blake at the hospital and, blinded by his pretty face, brought him home.
I fed him, clothed him, and shared my bed with him.
To be honest, we had some genuinely happy moments together.
It was because of those moments that I foolishly believed love conquered all.
Blake had faked memory loss after a car accident during a corporate power struggle, using the opportunity to rebuild the Hayes Group from the shadows.
The day the Hayes family came for Blake, a fleet of Rolls-Royces rolled into my run-down neighborhood.
The spectacle drew every neighbor and their dogs to my doorstep.
I watched as Blake transformed into a different man—tailored suit, Rolex watch, cold eyes.
He casually signed a $5 million check, saying it was "compensation" for taking care of him.
Back then, I was so love-drunk that I thought romance trumped everything.
I refused the check—I only wanted Blake forever.
I still remember his look—like someone eyeing a stray dog that followed them home.
Contempt. Confusion. Amusement.
Later, Blake dumped me without warning. Heartbroken and desperate, I went to the media and exposed everything about his fake amnesia.
The scandal painted Blake as heartless, and as the controversy exploded, it rocked the Hayes Group just as they were stabilizing.
Finally, under intense public pressure, Blake proposed to me in public and made me his wife.
On the second day of our marriage, I saw tabloid photos of Blake entering a hotel with a supermodel the night before.
In the days that followed, Blake made my life hell, telling me to my face that looking at me made him physically ill.
He even bought the media company I'd leaked to and exposed me as the source.
Overnight, I went from being the loyal, wronged wife to a scheming gold-digger.
Between Blake's psychological warfare and relentless online hate, I spiraled into depression and ended my life.
