I Got My Happy End After My Amnesia

The third year after I got diagnosed with intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Lucien Rook, chatting with his friends.

“Lucien, Anneliese loses her memories every couple of months, and you keep making us impersonate you to live with her. Aren’t you afraid that one of us might take it all the way one day?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Lucien laughed uninhibitedly, swishing the alcohol in his glass. “Annie is cold and distant. As long as you guys don’t tempt her, she won’t have any such desires.

“But I’m warning you now. You can act all you want, but you can’t ever sleep with her. Once I’ve had my fun, I will be going home to her.”

For three years, every time I lost my memories, Lucien was not the one who would hold my hand and embrace me, or even sleep with me in the same bed.

In three years, I had lost my memories nine times, and nine men had pretended to be my husband.

What they did not know was that my amnesia had been cured two years ago.

When my ninth “husband” got home, I was daydreaming on the couch.

His cheerful voice disrupted my thoughts. “Annie, I’m home.”

I angled my head to look at the man in the doorway.

“Who are you?” I frowned, feigning confusion. “Are you my husband? I seem to recall my husband’s name being Lucien Rook.”

The man froze for a second before retorting, “No! That’s… I’m your husband’s friend. Anneliese, don’t worry. I’ll call and get your husband to come home right now!”

After speaking, the man dug out his phone and hurriedly strode to the balcony.

“Lucien, Anneliese has amnesia again! Whose turn is it this time? Hurry over and swap shifts with me!”

I hid by the window to eavesdrop and heard Lucien’s friends all start to refuse the job through the speaker.

“Lucien, Anneliese is too needy. It’s impossible to handle her if we have to look after her twenty-four hours a day.”

“That’s right. Anneliese is great, but she’s too controlling. No man on this earth wouldn’t cheat a little.”

“Why don’t you go home yourself, Lucien?”

“No.” Lucien’s voice sounded lazy through the speaker. “I’m not done having fun. I don’t want to go home. Which one of you is taking my place? You’re my friends. Can’t you help me with this little thing? Are you even my friends?”

As they all tried to get out of it, one clear voice rang out. “I’ll go.”

I recognized who had spoken. It was Lucien’s best friend, Seth Kaplan.

Seth was well-known as an unattainable heartthrob. According to gossip, he had supposedly never dated in his thirty years of life.

At the beginning, when Lucien had been looking for someone to pretend to be my husband, Seth had been the first to go against the idea.

So why was he so interested in playing house with me at that point?

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