After My Fake Amnesia, Her True Colors Show

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory.

I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?"

My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought.

"I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

My smile froze the second my eyes landed on my fiancee, Janice Lloyd, and my best friend, Wayne Quayle, whose hands were intertwined. He pulled her close, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Colin, you really don't remember us? We were supposed to get married yesterday. But your accident delayed it all."

A cold shiver ran from my fingertips to my chest. What had started as a spur-of-the-moment joke had turned into an unexpected surprise.

I forced my lips into a stiff smile and managed to say, "I don't remember that you two were supposed to get married."

A tiny spark of hope flickered in my chest—maybe they were messing with me too.

But then Wayne held out his hand. The blue diamond on his ring caught the light, stabbing my eyes like a shard of ice.

He grinned, his voice dripping with joy. "You lost your memory. Of course, you wouldn't remember. When I proposed to Jan, you were the one who handed me the ring."

His words were part lie, part truth.

I'd been the one who proposed to Janice, and he'd handed over the ring. And now, the ring that should have been mine was shining on his finger.

"You two look like you've been together forever," I blurted out as I watched them act so comfortably together.

Wayne cast a glance at Janice, then laced his fingers with hers. "We've been together for seven years. And now we're finally about to get married!"

Janice cleared her throat to hide how awkward she felt.

I forced a wry smile. Seven years? Janice and I had also been together for seven years and had seen each other almost every day. And yet, somehow, I'd never realized that I'd been sharing my partner with someone else.

The air went still until a knock on the door cut through it. Janice glanced over her shoulder as though she were relieved.

At the doorway stood a graceful, striking woman, Sonia Jarrett. She was Janice's closest friend—and my relentless nemesis.

She loathed me and always shot a cold glare at me whenever we crossed paths. Ever since she'd learned that I was with Janice, her glare had only gotten sharper.

Yet now, beneath the frost in her eyes, there was a flicker of worry. Maybe she thought the accident had scrambled my mind.

Before I could study her expression any further, Janice