Three years into our engagement, my fiancé and my younger sister were declared lost at sea after a tragic shipwreck. For six months, I mourned them, only for a rescue team to find them alive on a remote, deserted island. The twist? They both claimed to have total amnesia. Yet, despite forgetting who they were, they had somehow managed to fall deeply in love, completely unaware of their pasts—or so they claimed. When the cameras found them, my sister was heavily pregnant, cradling her baby bump while nestled securely in my fiancé's arms. In that exact instant, I went from grieving fiancée to the internet’s favorite punchline. The media was instantly obsessed with their "miraculous" tale of survival and love against all odds. Even my own parents, blinded by the spectacle and the impending grandchild, cornered me. They begged me to be the bigger person, to "let them be happy," and to officially step aside so my sister could have her fairy tale ending. I refused to be a doormat. But my silence was met with a smear campaign. My parents slandered me to the press, and the internet mob descended. I was doxxed, harassed, and disowned. Unable to take the relentless bullying any longer, I ended my own life in isolation. But fate gave me a second chance. Waking up before it all went down, I took control of the narrative. While they were still playing house on that island, I started a social media account. I didn’t use it to attack them; instead, I dedicated it to their memory, playing the role of the tragic, heartbroken, but hopeful woman waiting for her love to return. The entire country fell in love with my loyalty. On the day of their scheduled rescue, I arranged for a special live stream. I wanted the whole world to see the unfiltered reality—the immediate view of my "amnesiac" sister with her massive baby bump, holding the man who was supposed to be mine. That was the moment the real show began. 1 When I opened my eyes again, the gasp that left my throat was raw. I was back. Back in my living room, on the exact day the news broke about the cruise ship disaster. The local news station was on the TV, broadcasting live from the port. The anchor's voice was grim, reporting on the chaotic search and rescue operations that were just beginning. My parents were sitting across from me, sobbing uncontrollably. My mother was clutching her grandmother's silver cross, mumbling rosaries through her tears. I forced my hands to stop shaking, pushing down the visceral bile that rose in my throat, and walked over to comfort them. "Mom, Dad, we have to believe they’re okay. Faith and Ben are strong." My mom looked up at me, and suddenly, her grief twisted into a violent, ugly rage. She lashed out, her voice breaking. "This is your fault! If you hadn't insisted on this vacation, Faith never would have been on that damn boat!" I flinched, the echo of her words cutting just as deep as they did the first time. The hatred in her eyes was agonizing. In my past life, those words had shattered me, leaving me with a guilt so heavy it eventually crushed me. I had been the one to suggest a week-long cruise to celebrate my engagement to Benjamin Carter. Faith, my younger sister, had begged to come along, turning it into a family trip. But at the last second, my firm handed me a massive project that required me to stay behind. I had to watch from the shore, waving them off with regret. I used to believe it was a cruel twist of fate. Only after I died, as a restless spirit bound to them, did I learn the devastating truth. There was no coincidence. It was a setup. Faith and Ben had been sleeping together for months. The amnesia wasn't real. It was a story they cooked up when Faith realized she was pregnant and they couldn't hide it anymore. They invented a "fairy tale" of finding each other in the dark to wash their hands of the betrayal. I watched, unseen, as they paraded their "tragic love" for the cameras. Their story was so popular it was even optioned for a movie. And I, on the night I should have been celebrating my anniversary, drank myself into a stupor and ended it all. Even after I was gone, they couldn't let me rest. They dragged the cameras to my grave, weeping on cue for the nightly news, all to generate buzz for their movie’s release. Remembering it all, my rage boiled over, but I pushed it down. This time, I had a part to play. I dropped to my knees in front of my mother, sobbing until I couldn't catch my breath. "You're right, Mom! It's all my fault! If only I had been stronger, if only I had told her no, she would be safe... I can't live with myself..." I let my voice crack and my body go limp, slumping onto the floor as if consumed by grief. I fainted—this time, it was mostly an act, but the exhaustion was real. When I woke up, the family doctor was in the house. He told my parents it was a vasovagal response from extreme emotional shock. My dad, seeing me so broken, couldn't bring himself to blame me anymore. He started reasoning with my mom. "You can't blame Alice, Martha. Faith is an adult; she made her own choice to go. Nobody wanted this to happen." My mom looked at my pale, tear-stained face, and the accusations died on her lips. She settled for a resentful silence. In my last life, I had made the mistake of defending myself in that moment. I had argued that it was supposed to be my pre-honeymoon, that Faith had begged to come, and that Ben had encouraged it. I was immediately shouted down, called cold and selfish. That argument had severed my bond with my parents. They blamed me for every day she was missing. I wouldn't be so stupid this time. You want to see grief? I'll show you grief. I will be the most heartbroken woman this country has ever seen. 2 For days, I didn't eat. I didn't drink. I barely slept. I became a ghost in my own home, my face red and swollen from crying. Friends and colleagues came by, trying to console me. Even Ben’s family tried to tell me to take care of myself, that I shouldn't fall apart while there was still hope. The shipwreck was the number one news story in America. Even late-night hosts were making sombre statements. The country was in a moment of collective morning. I took my phone, downloaded X (Twitter), and registered a new account. I used my real name: Alice Thorne. My first post was simple. 【Faith, Ben, please be safe. Please come home to me. I would give anything, half my life, just to know you're both safe. #Shipwreck #SearchandRescue】 It was simple, and it带 tags. Within an hour, it had hundreds of likes and comments from strangers offering prayers. Every single day, I posted. My grief was raw, public, and utterly captivating. 【Day 7 of waiting. Why is this happening? Why them? I wish I had been on that boat instead of my beautiful sister and the man I love. I can’t eat. I can't function. I feel like I'm dying. #WaitingforHope #FaithandBen】 【Faith, I remember the first day Dad brought you home. You were so small, like a doll. I was only five, but I felt this massive need to protect you. I watched you grow into such a vibrant woman. Yes, we had our sisterly fights, but I would give anything to have you annoy me right now. If I had just said no, if I had forced you to stay... #Sisterhood #GoneTooSoon】 【Ben, three years with you felt like a lifetime of happiness. You were my rock, my biggest cheerleader. You always gave me courage when I was scared. But now that you're gone, I don't know how to be brave. If I had just been selfish and stayed with you, maybe everything would be different. #MyLove #LostAtSea】 That last post went viral. Hundreds of thousands of likes. Tens of thousands of reposts. 【I’m crying. This is so devastating. Alice, you have to be strong.】 【You have to have faith, Alice. They are coming home. Take care of yourself so you can welcome them back.】 The comments were overwhelmingly supportive. But as the story grew, other opinions began to surface. 【I don't get it. If she couldn't go, why did her fiancé and her younger sister go without her? On a celebration cruise? That’s weird. #Sus #BoundaryIssues】 I smiled as I saw that comment gaining traction. I quickly typed a reply, making sure it stayed visible at the top. 【The tickets were already bought, and it was hard for everyone to get time off. I didn't want to ruin it for them just because my schedule changed. They are family. Please don't create drama where there isn't any. Thank you for your support.】 By replying, I validated the question. The country was still on my side, but I had subtly planted a seed of doubt. Go on, everyone. Look closely. That way, when the truth comes out, you'll remember this moment. In my last life, they used public opinion to destroy me. This time, I'm the one pulling the strings. 3 In my previous life, I never used social media. When Ben and Faith were rescued, they gave exclusive interviews to the big networks, telling their gripping tale of survival. A desert island, partial amnesia, fighting for life, and falling in love again in the wilderness—it was a modern-day romance novel. And to top it all off, a new life was beginning. The media adored them. They became "America's Sweethearts." I was the inconvenient fiancée who became a joke. My parents forced me into silence, afraid I would "ruin Faith’s happiness." They bullied me into giving up my engagement. When the cameras found us, Ben, holding my pregnant sister, looked at me with open disgust. "I don't know who you are. I only remember Faith. She's my life." And Faith, with her tears and her baby bump, dropped to her knees. "Alice, please. Please let him go. We’re in love." When the press eventually found out we were sisters, my parents swore I had leaked the story. "She’s been through enough! How can you be so cruel? Do you want Faith to die from the stress?" They refused to listen to my explanations. They slandered me to the press themselves, claiming I had been cheating on Ben for months. They even produced fake "friends" to verify it. The internet mob was ruthless. I couldn't leave my house without being spat on or having things thrown at me. So I ended it. Alone. On my anniversary. This time, I had a plan. Every day that passed without a rescue, I kept up the posts. I visited Ben’s parents, the Carters. My performance of grief was perfect. "Even though Ben and I didn't make it down the aisle, I’ve loved him for years. In my heart, you are my family. I will never marry another. I will wait for him." His mother sobbed, hugging me. Ben was their only child. Their grief was monumental, and they practically adopted me as their own daughter. I kept the social media account focused solely on Faith and Ben. My followers grew to millions. When brands approached me to monetize the account, I flatly refused. This solidified my "pure" grief image. The country genuinely believed I was a selfless, tragic figure. And then, six months later, it happened. They were found. A passing cargo ship had spotted their SOS signal and rescued them. I immediately posted: 【Ben, Faith, you’re real. This isn't a dream. You’re coming home to me! I can't wait to hold you both again! #TheRescue #MiraclesCanHappen】 The country was on high alert. The news cycle was 24/7 "The Castaway Reunion." I subtly leaked the location of their arrival port to a few "fan accounts." tabloid journalists and influencers got there long before my family did. I rode with my parents and Ben’s parents. My mother was vibrating with excitement, crying from pure joy. "Mom, don't cry anymore. We’re going to have a happy family reunion." She nodded, wiping her eyes. When the car finally pulled up to the dock, we saw the massive crowd. And through the gap, we finally saw the two people we had missed for six months. Six months of living on an island had made them look like survivors. They were sun-baked and disheveled. Faith was leaning heavily against Ben, and her belly was visibly, unmistakably pregnant. The entire universe seemed to stop. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. 4 "Faith... your belly... what is that?" My mother’s voice was barely a whisper. Her hand was shaking as she pointed. Faith shrank into Ben's arms, looking terrified. "Who are you people? I don't know you." A crew member who had rescued them stepped in. "They have total amnesia, ma'am. They don't remember anything." The crowd was massive. I could see dozens of phones pointed at us, streaming live to millions. Perfect. They had no idea they were about to be the biggest story of the year for all the wrong reasons. I put my hands over my mouth, the tears streaming. I pitched my voice high and loud, making sure every single phone caught it. "Ben! Faith! You don't remember me? How could you... how could you do this?" "You are my sister and my fiancé!" "Aria!" My mother hissed, grabbing my arm and jerking me back. Her face was contorted in fury. "Shut your mouth! There are people watching! This is a family matter. Do you want to destroy Faith's reputation?" I shoved her off. I didn't care. I ran forward and grabbed Ben’s arm, sobbing. "Ben, it's me! Your fiancée! I’ve been waiting for you for six months!" "I don't know who you are!" He looked panicked. He tried to shake me off, and I let myself be thrown down, collapsing on the pavement. I let my body go limp, my eyes rolling back as I pretended to faint. The cameras caught it all. The flashbulbs were like lightning. The family reunion ended right there, and I was rushed to the nearest hospital. 5 When I woke up, I was alone in a hospital room, facing my mother’s fury. "Have you lost your mind, Alice?! How could you say those things in front of the press? Faith and Ben are survivors! They have amnesia! How could you be so selfish and cruel?!" My mom was shouting, and my dad was just shaking his head in silent judgment. They hadn't cared when they thought I was a sweet, grieving fiancée, but the second Faith was safe, I was the enemy. "Mom, Faith is pregnant with Ben's child. How could they do this to me?" "Shut up! Not another word!" The door opened, and Ben walked in, holding Faith's hand. "I don't know who you are," Ben said, his voice cold. "Faith is the only one who was with me. She's the only one I love." He was looking at me with total indifference. I wanted to laugh. Smooth, Ben. Real smooth. Faith walked over to me, looking timid and frightened, playing the victim perfectly. "You're my sister? I'm so sorry, Alice. We truly don't remember our past. But I’m pregnant, and Ben and I... we’re in love. Please, don't try to tear us apart. That’s cruel. Sister, I’m begging you. I’ll even get on my knees if I have to. Please, let us be." She looked like she was about to drop to the floor, but my parents quickly grabbed her and helped her up. They acted like they were protecting her from a monster. "Stop it, Alice!" My mom yelled at me. "Your sister has been through hell! Can't you just have a little compassion?" "Mom, I haven't even said anything." "That's enough! This is how it is: Ben is Faith's boyfriend now. You are not to say a single word about this outside of this family. Faith has been through enough trauma, and I won't have you causing her any more pain." "So it's okay for me to be in pain, Mom? Is my happiness completely worthless to you?" "Faith has suffered six months on a deserted island! How much did you suffer, safe in your warm house? Stop being so selfish!" They ignored my tears, leaving me alone in the room. The second they were gone, I stopped the tears. I looked at the window, where I had hidden my phone. It had been recording the entire interaction. Faith, you wanted to be a star? Get ready. 6 Ben and Faith agreed to a exclusive live-streamed interview. I watched from my computer, sipping a cool drink. They were "America's Sweethearts," telling their story. "When I was first washed up on the beach, I had hit my head," Faith said, looking at Ben with pure devotion. "When I woke up, Ben was there. He took care of me. There was so little food, but he always gave me the biggest portion. He practically saved my life..." She was crying, and the interviewer was wiping away tears. What a beautiful story. Suddenly, the production crew rushed in and pulled the interviewer away. "What's happening, Ben?" Faith asked, looking genuinely scared. Ben frowned, looking at his phone. Tabloids, live streams, video leaks—everything was hitting at once. The chat on the live stream wasn't filled with hearts and congratulations anymore. It was filled with venom. 【This is disgusting. Her own sister’s fiancé.】 【The amnesia is fake. They just want an excuse for the cheating.】 【I've been a follower of Alice since the shipwreck. I'm crying. The betrayal. This is evil.】 【They are trash. Just lock them both up. Alice deserves so much better.】 I saw my sister and my ex-fiancé, the "desert island lovers," freeze in panic. Faith stood up and tried to explain to the camera, her face white with fear. "It's not true! We have amnesia! We didn't do this on purpose!" The chat wasn't buying it. "Yeah, okay. Both of you just happen to have perfect selective amnesia that only erased your identities but left your motor skills intact. Show me a doctor’s note." Ben stood up, trying to be the hero. "We haven't been examined yet, but we are telling the truth. After this interview, we are going to the hospital for a full check-up." He apologized to me, looking into the camera with standard actor contrition. "I am truly sorry for the pain I caused Faith's sister. Even though I don't remember her, I am deeply sorry for violating our engagement. I will do whatever is necessary to make it right." After the interview, Ben registered a new social media account. He posted a fake "Amnesia Diagnosis" from a hospital his father had bribed. He also posted that he was immediately transferring $8 million to me as a settlement. His PR team worked fast, and the public opinion started to shift again. 【Well, it’s still sad, but at least he's taking responsibility. Eight million dollars is a lot of money.】 【They do have amnesia. The doctor’s note is right there. It’s just a tragedy.】 【Ben is so protective of Faith. It is kind of like a movie.】 I saw the tide turning. I hit the "Repost" button on Ben’s statement. I added just two words: 【He didn't.】
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