After my boyfriend, Mark, and I broke up, he pretended to have amnesia. He asked, "Who are you?" I froze for a moment, then smiled. "I'm your sister-in-law." Mark was stunned. That night, his brother, who had been trying to break us up, frantically messaged me: [What the hell! When did I get together with you?!] [Mark is blocking my door with a knife!] 1 When I arrived at the hospital, Mark was lying in bed. His head was wrapped in gauze, looking the part. He looked at me with confusion and bewilderment, asking: "Who are you?" I froze for a moment, then smiled. I tugged at my collar, revealing a red mark on my neck. "I'm your sister-in-law." The hospital room door was closed. His brother was standing outside, waiting for me and Mark to break up. When I received the news of Mark's car accident and hospitalization, I was with his brother. Liam looked at me with a half-smile, waving a five-million-dollar check in his hand. "Miss Sullivan, no one can predict the future between you and Mark." "But your own future will be smooth sailing from this moment on." Mark and I had been dating for two years, and he had always kept his family background a secret. Until recently, when I was working part-time and ran into Mark. He was out having fun with friends, staying in a presidential suite that cost five thousand a night. When settling the bill, I just stood at the front desk watching him quietly. Not bitter, not tired. Mark bumped into me head-on. His expression was a bit awkward. "I didn't dare tell you before, because I was afraid you'd feel pressured being with me." Me: "..." I pointed at myself in disbelief. Me? Do I look like someone with that much self-respect? If you had told me you were rich earlier, you wouldn't have had to chase me for over a year. No one knew about my relationship with Mark. That day, his friends saw us, and somehow it reached the ears of the Sterling family. I also met the head of the Sterling family, Mark's older brother, Liam Sterling. The two brothers looked about 70% alike. When Liam looked down at me, the oppressive and heavy aura made me tremble all over. Liam wanted me to break up with Mark. Last night, he sent me a video. In the video, he and Mark were sitting opposite each other. Compared to the youthful Mark, his brother was obviously more mature and steady. Liam spoke slowly, every word hitting the mark. "I heard you met Chloe Sullivan when you were broke. You chased her for a long time. She had a bad temper, but once she knew your identity, she suddenly became submissive to you." His implication was obvious. Gold digger, hypocritical, compromising for money. Mark hurriedly replied: "She's not that kind of person!" His tone was impetuous, lacking confidence. He was just eager to defend. Actually, Mark didn't quite believe what he said himself. Compared to an old fox like Liam, Mark was still a bit green. Seeing Mark take the bait, Liam couldn't help but smile. "Really? Then why not put on a show together? You pretend to have amnesia from a car accident and ignore her, see how she reacts." The video ended there. Now this scene left no doubt. Mark chose to cooperate. 2 The expression on Mark's face changed again and again, as if buffering from overload. "Want an apple? Sister-in-law will peel one for you." Five million dollars is indeed tempting. But you brothers playing me for a fool really pisses me off. Hearing the term "sister-in-law," Mark's face turned green with anger. He opened his mouth as if to question something, but held back at the last moment. He still had to maintain his amnesia persona. Breaking character now would undoubtedly be shooting himself in the foot. He pretended to be calm, but tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, and his voice choked a bit. "My... my brother seems to be single." I smiled and waved my hand. "You have amnesia, it's normal not to remember your brother has a girlfriend." Mark pressed his temples hard, saying anxiously: "I seem to vaguely remember something." I took out his medical report printed in black and white, forcing him to look. "The doctor said there's no risk of regaining memory." Mark clutched the medical report tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. I placed the peeled apple on his bedside table. Before leaving, I didn't forget to pat his head. "Since you can forget, it must mean those memories were insignificant to you. Look forward from now on." "I'm going to get a room with your brother... I mean... I'm going to dinner with your brother. Rest well, we'll visit you when we're done." I waved at him and walked out of the ward smiling. As soon as I closed the door, a kettle-whistle-like wail erupted from the room. Liam was unaware of the conversation inside. He turned to look at me, his gaze softening, as if pleased with my sensibility. On the way here, Liam had been guiding me. "Since Mark is willing to act in this play, it shows he doesn't trust you in his heart. The cracks in the relationship can't be repaired, they'll only get bigger. Your attempts to salvage it are meaningless." "Instead of a hysterical breakup at the end, it's better to take the five million now and disappear with dignity." Liam knew how to hit a person's pain points. I shoved my bank card at him. "I don't want to go to the bank with a check. Have someone transfer the money to this card." Liam nodded and handed the check and card to his assistant to handle. When I came out of the ward, the assistant had already processed it. My phone also popped up a deposit notification a few minutes ago. When Liam handed the bank card to me, he was completely unaware— Someone was pressed against the door of the ward behind him. Through the glass on the door, Mark stared fixedly at the card in Liam's hand. Due to the angle, he couldn't see what the card looked like. Because of my words in the ward, he naturally assumed it was a room key card. Mark's face was gloomy, veins pulsing on his forehead. When I took the card, I even ambiguously touched Liam's hand. "Thanks." I put the card in my bag and turned to leave. Liam looked down at where I had touched, his fingertips curling slightly unconsciously. As soon as I turned the corner and disappeared, Mark jumped out of the ward immediately. A person who was critically injured and dying just a moment ago was now pinning Liam to the ground and beating him like a mad dog. "Liam, you old beast! Give me back my girlfriend!" Liam: "?" 3 The hospital was in chaos. Liam was knocked unconscious by a punch. Mark sat aside, crying breathlessly. I squatted in the corner watching the drama for a long time before leaving reluctantly. I went on a shopping spree with the five million until dark before going home. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Liam standing at my door like a ghost. He was full of resentment. Liam's face was black and blue, showing no trace of his previous calm and leisurely appearance. Liam was furious. "Chloe! Go explain clearly to Mark!" I opened the door and entered, asking innocently: "Explain what?" Liam frowned, disgusted with me. "You know very well, stop playing dumb with me!" "Mark said I stole his girlfriend! Said I made him fake amnesia just to make it easier for you to cut ties with him! Now he's blocking my door with a knife like a mad dog!" I hummed a tune, turning a deaf ear to Liam's words. I spread the things I bought in the afternoon on the bed. In an instant, the bed was full of lingerie that couldn't be shown in public. I held the skimpiest white lace nightgown against myself and showed it to Liam. "Will I look good in this?" Liam's face looked even worse. He turned his head away, refusing to look at me directly, speaking through gritted teeth. "Only a blind man like Mark would like you." "I'd rather be single for life than be with a vicious woman like you." Just as he finished speaking, a knock came from the door. "Chloe, are you home?" The moment he heard Mark's voice, Liam felt terrible. He looked at the door as if facing a formidable enemy. Seeing me about to open the door, he hurriedly stopped me. "Don't open it!" Mark already misunderstood that we had an affair. Seeing him at my house in the middle of the night would be impossible to explain. I rolled my eyes speechlessly. "Since he called my name directly, it means he knows I'm home. If I don't open the door now, won't it seem weirder?" I took his hand and led him to the wardrobe. "Why don't you hide in here for a while." Liam: "..." His expression was a bit desperate. But thinking carefully, there seemed to be no other way. He took a deep breath and reluctantly crawled into the wardrobe. I turned to open the door for Mark. Mark stood outside the door with his tall figure. His head was drooping, and the corners of his eyes were still red. I raised my hand to touch his face and asked: "Why are you crying?" The tears accumulated in Mark's eyes could no longer be held back. Warm tears fell on the back of my hand. The grievance was like a floodgate opening, unstoppable. The amnesia thing was agreed upon by himself, and pretending not to know me was also said by himself. Now, no matter what grievance he had, he had to swallow it. "My brother won't let me go home, kicked me out, I have nowhere to go." Hiding in the wardrobe, Liam, who had been chased all afternoon: "..." Mark held my hand and nuzzled his face in my palm. "Sister-in-law, can you take me in for a night? I can sleep on the sofa, I won't cause trouble." I nodded understandingly. "Of course." Liam: "?!" Mark changed shoes and entered the house. He looked up and saw the skimpy lingerie on the bed. His expression became ferocious for a moment. I followed his gaze and explained shyly: "Your brother bought them, said to celebrate tonight..." My voice stopped abruptly, as if realizing I had said too much. With a somewhat shy expression, I complained in a low voice: "Your brother always buys these useless things, won't listen no matter what I say." Liam hid in the wardrobe without saying a word, just looking at the ceiling speechlessly. Looking like he wanted to have a hearty battle with the clothes rail above. I gathered those few pieces of lingerie, opened the wardrobe door, and threw them in. That white lace nightgown floated lightly onto Liam's face. The moment I opened the wardrobe door, Liam died a little inside. He clasped his hands together at me, looking helpless and begging. Mark stood by the wardrobe, talking to me through the narrow wardrobe door. "Will my brother come back tonight?" I shook my head: "I don't know either. Why don't you call and ask him?" Liam's expression was full of horror. Mark nodded thoughtfully. He took out his phone and dialed Liam's number. The next second, Liam's phone rang inside the wardrobe... Mark's eyes narrowed slightly, staring dangerously at the wardrobe. "Sister-in-law, my brother's phone seems to be ringing." "Can I look in the wardrobe?" 4 I raised my hand before Mark and closed the wardrobe. "Your brother left his phone at home. If it's urgent, why not call his assistant first." Liam breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had walked through the gates of hell, covered in cold sweat. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. If he hadn't hidden in the first place, there would still be a chance to explain. Now suddenly coming out of the wardrobe, Mark wouldn't believe anything he said. Liam hated me so much his teeth itched. He messaged me frantically. [Make Mark leave quickly!] [Make him leave! Make him leave now!] [Chloe, you vicious woman, I won't let you off when I get out!] [You want to drive a wedge between us brothers, right? Hehe, it's useless.] [Chloe, you will pay for what you did today!] I glanced at the phone with a fake smile, then turned to the wardrobe again. "Mark, do you want to change into pajamas?" Liam's face was livid, his heart in his throat. [Sorry, I spoke without thinking just now, don't take it to heart.] [Don't open the wardrobe door again, I beg you.] [Chloe, do you want to ruin our family?] The phone kept ringing. I frowned impatiently and replied. [Brother, you're a bit noisy, I'm setting do not disturb.] [Chloe!!] When Liam sent this message, my phone didn't make any notification sound. Liam's face was ashen. He had no choice but to transfer money to my card. The SMS notification of the bank transfer sounded like heavenly music in my ears. I walked away from the wardrobe with kindness. I took a new set of men's pajamas from a shopping bag on the side and handed it to Mark. "I suddenly remembered I bought a new set this afternoon, you should wear this one." Mark glanced thoughtfully at the wardrobe and whispered thank you to me. "Sister-in-law, I don't want to sow discord, I just think my brother seems irresponsible. Leaving his girlfriend alone at home so late, going out without his phone, as if afraid you'll check up on him. Who knows what he's doing outside in the middle of the night." "If I had a girlfriend, I definitely wouldn't treat her like that. I would definitely report to her all the time so she wouldn't be uneasy." "Sister-in-law, your ex-boyfriend must have done that too, right?" Mark secretly peeked at me, the little thoughts in his eyes unable to be held back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, hearing him mention "ex-boyfriend," my expression became trance-like for a moment. I looked up at him, then quickly looked away. My eyes were slightly red, but I forced a relaxed smile. "My ex-boyfriend was indeed very attentive, I felt very safe with him." Mark instinctively wanted to wipe my tears. Hand raised halfway, he realized his identity was different from before. Doing so was inappropriate. He lowered his hand stiffly and asked hoarsely: "Since your ex-boyfriend was so good, why did you break up with him?" Mark stared at me with teary eyes, insisting on hearing my answer. I wiped the tears from my face and said: "He was good, but I wasn't good enough. I couldn't make him trust me wholeheartedly, couldn't give him a sense of security." "When he was with me, he always held back, even tried his best to hide many things from me. Being with me, he would be in pain. Separating might be the best choice for us." Mark turned his head away, his voice choked and trembling. "If... if he came back to find you, would you still be with him?" I hesitated for a moment, then smiled with relief. "Forget it. I hope he meets a good girl who makes him let down his guard. I hope he's happy." Mark could no longer hold back his tears. He turned his back to me, sobbing until his shoulders trembled. I asked knowingly. "What's wrong?" Mark shook his head. "My rhinitis is acting up, it's nothing." He wiped his tears indiscriminately and said: "It's late, sister-in-law, go to sleep early." Mark picked up the blanket beside him and walked to the living room. I turned off the light and went back to bed. Liam made sure Mark had gone far before coming out of the wardrobe. Mark was in the living room. Liam couldn't stay or leave. Liam's face was extremely ugly. He locked the bedroom door, then came over and shook me awake. Liam grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed. Too many things happened today. Before today, Liam never thought anyone would dare punch him in the face, and for stealing love at that. And the person who hit him was his own brother. Liam laughed in extreme anger. "Chloe, had enough fun?" Liam used a lot of strength, my wrist hurt from his grip. "You're hurting me." Liam glared at me with a fake smile. "You should be glad I didn't kill you." Liam's tone was too fierce. I looked at him pitifully, tears falling uncooperatively. "Liam Sterling, is it because in your eyes, a motherless child like me is particularly easy to bully? People around me say orphans like me won't have anyone stand up for them even if bullied to death." "You forbid me to like Mark, forbid me to date him, forbid me to get angry or lose my temper, and now you hurt me, and you forbid me to even complain." Liam frowned tightly, uncomfortable with my crying. He let go and saw my wrist was red from his pinch. I murmured: "I clearly didn't want anything. I just wanted a small home, wanted someone to like me, wanted someone to protect me." Liam stood silently with a gloomy face. He sighed helplessly and sat on the edge of the bed as if resigning to fate. He couldn't stand seeing me cry anymore and quickly changed the subject. "Does your wrist hurt badly? Need to go to the hospital?" I shook my head. "Just rub it and it'll be fine." Liam sighed deeply and reached out to rub my swollen wrist. "It hurts... be gentle." Liam frowned, as if annoyed by my fussiness. "How about this? Better?" I nodded: "You can go deeper." Liam: "...That's called pressing harder." When I wanted to say something dirty again, Liam interrupted me impatiently. "Shut up, bear it even if it hurts! You deserve it!" After speaking, seeing me looking at him dully, he realized his words were too harsh. He awkwardly compensated: "It's my first time doing this kind of thing. It's inevitable not to do it well. Bear with me." I nodded. "As long as you're enjoying yourself, I'll bear with it." Liam's frown never relaxed. He felt my words were very wrong, but thinking about it carefully, they seemed to make sense. Correcting every word would make him seem too petty. Liam simply stopped thinking about it and concentrated on treating the injury on my wrist. He turned his back to the bedroom door. The light seeping in from under the door was half blocked by someone else's shadow. Mark stared at the closed and locked door in front of him, silent for a long time. My and Liam's voices faintly reached his ears through the door panel. The cigarette between Mark's fingers had burned out, the scarlet fire scorching his skin red, but he was unaware. After a long time, Mark came back to his senses. He revealed a bitter smile and murmured in a low voice: "What right do I have to be jealous?" "It's the path I chose myself, who can I blame..."
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