The year Carter and I were most in love, he died in a car crash. Everyone thought I would completely break down, but I didn't cry or make a scene. Two years later, I bumped into him at a private VIP booth in a club. Carter had his arms around a young girl, kissing her passionately. His frat brothers immediately rushed over to explain: "Liv, the car crash was really bad. Carter was in a coma, and he just woke up with severe amnesia... We didn't want you to live in constant anxiety, so we kept it a secret." Carter pushed the girl away, walked up to me, and frowned. "I hear you're my fiancée? Even though I don't remember you, seeing how you clearly can't let me go, I'll honor my promise and marry you." I gave a faint smile and replied, "They're lying to you. We don't know each other." Carter didn't know that on the exact day he faked his death, I received a video. In the video, Carter was laughing and telling his friends: "The thought of only sleeping with Liv for the rest of my life? I just can't do it. "I'm going to fake my death and play the field for a few years. You guys make sure to comfort her, don't let her do anything stupid." He also didn't know that during the two years he was 'dead'... I had found myself another man. 1 Our mutual friends froze for a second before they all started trying to persuade me: "Liv, how can you say you don't know Carter? We were the ones who hid it from you, it has nothing to do with him." "Yeah, Liv, we did it for your own good. We didn't want you worrying sick. Now that Carter is finally awake, please don't throw a tantrum." The booth was suddenly filled with people blaming me. Before I could even speak, a loud scoff cut through the noise. Carter stood up from the leather sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, looking lazy and incredibly smug. "If we don't know each other, then forget it. Saves me the trouble of being responsible." The young girl beside him immediately clung to his arm, looking up at him with a shy, nervous face. "Carter... I know you. She's just ungrateful. I'll marry you, okay?" Carter didn't reply immediately. He just shot me a cold, dismissive glance, then wrapped his arm around the girl's waist and leaned down to kiss her. Seeing this, his friends quickly stepped in to block my view. They tried to comfort me: "Liv, Carter has amnesia. You know he loved you the most." "Exactly, Liv. You need to care for him more so he gets his memory back faster. Stop being so petty." I opened my mouth, about to tell his ridiculous friends exactly what I thought of them, but a sudden, sharp cramp seized my stomach. My face instantly drained of color. I didn't stick around. I turned on my heel and walked out of the booth. I left so quickly that no one inside even had time to react. Once I was completely out of sight, they sighed and turned to Carter. "Carter, you took it too far. Liv is genuinely jealous and furious. She turned pale. What if she really dumps you?" Carter sat back down on the sofa, a smirk playing on his lips. "Liv is easy to coax. It's been two years, there's no way she doesn't miss me. "Besides, I've got amnesia right now. Once I'm done having fun, I'll just tell her my memory is back and say none of this was my intention. I won't even need to apologize. I'll just snap my fingers, and she'll come running." 2 Once I was out of the club, I couldn't hold it in anymore and crouched on the pavement. Wave after wave of cramps hit my stomach, leaving me without even the strength to walk to the restroom. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. A familiar voice drifted down: "What, heartbroken? Hoping to rekindle an old flame?" I looked up to see Weston Cole leaning against the doorframe a few feet away, his arms crossed, watching me with a cool expression. He was dressed entirely in black. Under the dim streetlights, his high nose bridge cast a shadow that hid the emotion in his eyes. The light caught the sharp, elegant line of his thin lips. In that moment, an overwhelming wave of grievance washed over me. I felt entirely wronged. Tears, completely betraying my pride, started falling down my cheeks. Weston panicked instantly. He dropped his arms and hurried over to me. "Don't cry. I won't say it again." He was incredibly fit and surprisingly strong. With one arm, he scooped me up from the ground. A crisp scent of cedarwood filled my senses, tugging at my heartstrings. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered, "My stomach hurts..." Weston paused slightly. "Your period came early?" I nodded, my lips accidentally brushing against his jaw as I rested my head on his broad shoulder. Weston carried me to his car. After turning the heater on full blast, he said, "Wait in the car. I'm going to buy you some supplies." He shut the door, turned, and walked away. The amber glow of the streetlights spilled over his tall, broad-shouldered silhouette. A few minutes later, a FaceTime call popped up on my screen. It was Wes. "They're out of your usual brand. Do you see any here that work?" I was just about to point one out when a familiar, shocked voice rang out through the phone's speaker. Carter, with his arm around the young girl's waist, had strolled into the convenience store. He looked Weston up and down in absolute disbelief. "We invited you out for drinks tonight and you bailed. Turns out you're in a pharmacy buying stuff for a woman? "Are you on FaceTime with her?! Let me see! Who is this absolute goddess that finally got our CEO Cole to thaw out?" Carter reached out, trying to snatch Weston's phone. I immediately yanked my face out of the camera's view. But Carter never got his hands on the phone. Weston merely shot him a single, freezing glare, and Carter instinctively pulled his hand back. "Alright, alright, keep your treasure hidden. Just remember to bring her out to meet us next time. "Oh, by the way, Wes, I ran into Liv. She walked into the wrong booth and caught me kissing another girl. Scared the hell out of me, but luckily the guys thought fast and said I had amnesia. I'll play around a bit more, then 'recover' my memory later. "And seriously, Wes, you're a lifesaver. I wasn't done playing the field back then, and giving me the idea to fake my death was pure genius. Worked like a charm." The camera shook violently for a second. The next moment, the call was disconnected. 3 Weston came back to the car ten minutes later. He didn't dare look at me. He just handed me the bag of supplies, quickly got into the driver's seat, and locked the doors. "I had someone deliver hot ginger tea to the house... are you... coming back with me?" There was a cautious, almost fragile edge to his voice. It honestly made me want to laugh. Weston Cole was one of the most prominent, untouchable billionaires in the city. He was also Carter's absolute best friend. Back when I used to attend dinners with Carter, Weston was always there. He had always been incredibly cold to me. Especially whenever people teased Carter and me to show some PDA, Weston wouldn't even spare us a glance. He looked purely disgusted and annoyed. To the point where everyone in their social circle genuinely believed he hated me. That was, until the day Carter 'died' in that car crash, and I received the video. It was Weston who had sent it to me. But I never would have guessed that the entire fake death scheme was Weston's idea in the first place. This man was dangerously calculating. 4 The moment we arrived at Weston's mansion, my feet barely touched the ground before he scooped me up into a bridal carry. After I finished up in the bathroom, he laid me down on his massive bed and handed me my phone to play games. Once I finished the ginger tea, he casually took off his shirt, lay down beside me, and began gently massaging my lower stomach. The soft ambient lighting draped over his defined abs like a thin veil. Every line seemed to hide a secret, making it impossible not to want to touch. So, I did. Weston's eyes instantly darkened. He caught my wandering hand and pinned it down. "Behave." I didn't listen. He cupped the back of my head and crashed his lips down onto mine. Two years had been more than enough time for him to memorize every inch of me. In the heat of the moment, he intertwined his fingers with mine. "Help me," he rasped, his voice rough with need. I already knew perfectly well how terrifying Weston's stamina was—I found that out the first time I got drunk and slept with him two years ago. It wasn't until my wrists were painfully sore that he finally finished. Just as he was about to carry me to the bathroom to clean up, the phone sitting on the edge of the mattress rang. It was Weston's phone. As I shifted, I accidentally bumped the screen, hitting the 'accept' button. "Wes! I'm planning to throw a massive engagement party with Maddie, just to piss Liv off. What do you think? "Can you believe her? She finds out I'm alive, and instead of caring about my health, she just throws a jealous fit and hasn't contacted me once! "Looks like she grew a spine over the last two years. I need to torture her a little, let her experience the pain of losing me all over again. I'm going to plan something huge, and I need you to..." Carter's voice echoed loudly into the quiet room. But he cut off abruptly. Because I couldn't stop a sharp gasp from escaping my lips. Not because of what Carter was saying, but because something against my thigh had definitely woken back up. It even twitched against my hand. 5 I glared at Weston, feeling equal parts annoyed and completely flushed. Carter's voice returned through the speaker, sounding shocked. "Whoa! Wes, what are you doing right now? You have a woman in bed with you?! Tell me right now, is it the girl from the FaceTime call today?" It had been two years since we last spoke, and I had only let out a single, muffled sound. Plus, Carter had been surrounded by a revolving door of women lately, so he completely failed to recognize my voice. Weston clearly had zero intention of replying to him. His dark eyes were locked onto mine, burning with obvious intent. I shot him a warning glare, shoved myself out of his arms, and tried to crawl toward the far side of the massive bed. But before I could even make it one foot, Weston wrapped his hand around my ankle and dragged me right back under him. Carter kept talking: "Bro, you absolutely have to bring her out so I can see what kind of goddess finally made the iron tree bloom! And since you're finally in the game, you can't reject the girls I introduce to you anymore! "Oh, right, the engagement party. I was going to ask you to invite Liv for me, but since I know you've always hated her..." Before Carter could finish his sentence, Weston impatiently hit the end call button. He tossed the phone onto the mattress, effortlessly scooped me up with one arm, and carried me toward the bathroom. By the time we emerged, it was three hours later. Weston looked thoroughly satisfied. I glared at him, collapsing onto the pillows, completely refusing to speak to him. I grabbed my own phone and saw a new text. It was from one of Carter's frat brothers. Two years ago, Carter had integrated me into all of his social circles. [Liv, Carter is actually getting engaged to another girl in seven days. You need to come stop him! I don't want him doing something he'll regret when he finally gets his memory back!] I glanced at the message, swiped left, and deleted it. I wasn't the type of person who had nothing better to do than invite drama into my life. Who cared if Carter got engaged? Weston reached out, trying to pull me back into his chest. I shot him a death glare and quickly scooted to the very edge of the mattress. I absolutely was not going for another three-hour marathon.
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