After losing my memory in the car accident, my boyfriend's sister called me "sister-in-law." Looks like we're married. After dinner, I went to open his bedroom door, ready for bed. He was wrapped in a towel, looking at me in surprise: "W-what are you doing?" I innocently replied, "Sleeping." He stammered, "Wh-what?" Just then, someone grabbed my hand. I turned around. His older brother, dressed in a suit, was staring intently at me: "Wife, what are you doing?" I stammered, "Wh-what?" Without a word, he pulled me to his room. And locked the door. As I pondered this, he loosened his tie and slowly bound my hands. "You not only looked at him, but you also talked to him." He gave a cruel smile: "Tonight, I'm going to punish you severely." 1 “Mia, seriously, you have to be more careful! Are you still feeling dizzy?” The girl in front of me, wearing a high school freshman uniform, was Chloe. My boyfriend's sister. I remembered celebrating my boyfriend's birthday. Everyone was happy. Then he got a call about an emergency, left in a hurry, and asked his older brother to drive me home. On that winding mountain road, a drunk driver rear-ended us. We almost went over the cliff. Luckily, his brother wrenched the wheel, and we only slammed into the stone guardrail. 2 I shook my head. “I’m fine.” I stared at Chloe. She seemed... older. More like a young woman than the kid I remembered. It felt like just yesterday she was this awkward middle-schooler, throwing a fit because her parents grounded her for trying to go to a party. She was packing a bag for me. A moment later, my boyfriend’s mom came in. She fussed over me, telling me to be careful. “And you two are trying for a baby! What if something had happened?” I froze. I scrambled for my phone. I stared at the date. It was three years later. 3 By the time we got back to their house, I was silently trying to process the fact that I had amnesia. My last memory was from three years ago. Apparently, in that time, my boyfriend and I got married. And I seemed to get along with his family. Great. The mother-in-law (let's call her Mrs. Pierce) was kind. My sister-in-law, Chloe, seemed to adore me. When we got home, Chloe pulled me into her room—a pink princess explosion on the third floor—and immediately started complaining about her love life. Two different guys liked her, and she couldn't decide... 4 Chloe was an absolute knockout—pretty, sweet, and funny. I had her show me their texts, their Instagrams, trying to help her pick the best one. Before I knew it, we’d both fallen asleep on her bed. A housekeeper woke us for dinner. At the table, my father-in-law sat at the head. My mother-in-law was to his right. My boyfriend, Liam, had just gotten home from work, still in his suit, looking exhausted. He glanced at me as I came down. “You okay?” His tone was... weird. Distant. I forced a smile. “I’m fine.” He looked at me for a second, a strange look in his eyes, then just nodded and looked away. 5 I moved to sit next to him. But Chloe, quick as a whip, slid into the seat right beside Liam, blocking me. I awkwardly took the empty seat next to my mother-in-law. Dinner was silent. My father-in-law was old-school, a strict "no talking, no phones at the table" kind of guy. Liam had told me about that back when we were dating. I’d never actually met his parents before my memory gap, though I’d met his brother. I’d even stayed at this house, but his parents were in Boston expanding the business at the time. 6 After dinner, Chloe leashed up two dogs. A Golden Retriever—Max—who I vaguely remembered was mine. And a Samoyed, who belonged to Liam’s older brother, Julian. I’d forgotten I had a dog. I felt like a monster. Max bounded over, whining and licking my hand, pushing the leash into my palm. “C’mon, sis,” Chloe said. “Let’s walk the dogs.” I glanced at Liam. He was on the couch, listlessly flipping through channels. He met my gaze. His eyes looked… strange. Pained. Like he wanted to say a thousand things. I was about to ask him if something was wrong, but Chloe was already pulling me out the door. 7 The second we were outside, Chloe let out a huff. “Mia, I thought you said you were done with Liam? Why were you staring at him like that?” She pouted. “You can’t go back on your word! You’ll just end up complaining to me again.” I was completely lost. Had Liam and I gotten into a fight? A huge one? Had I sworn to his sister that I was done with him? That seemed extreme for a married couple. But maybe he’d done something to make me furious. His behavior tonight certainly felt like it. It couldn't be cheating. I wouldn't have stayed. I couldn’t figure it out. But I didn't want to tell anyone about the amnesia. I was worried my in-laws would panic, and I was worried Liam would... well, lie to me. If he had done something wrong, this was the perfect time for him to cover it up. I’m a cautious person. So, I just nodded and let Chloe lead the way. 8 The gated community was beautiful, built on a hill overlooking a lake. The air was misty and cool. Chloe started begging me. “Mia, can you please talk to Julian? He won't let me go on the Eurotrip with my friends for winter break.” “What trip?” She laid out a plan for a group of high school sophomores to backpack through Europe. No guides, no chaperones. I wouldn’t even be comfortable with that, let alone her brother. She kept whining, showing me their itineraries, insisting they were responsible, that they wanted to "see the world" and "be independent." I was almost... jealous. My memories were still stuck in my sophomore year of college. I was still young! And I woke up married. I didn't even know what my job was. 9 We got back home around 8 PM. The dogs, Max and Ghost, had their dinner and passed out. Chloe’s phone buzzed, and she glanced around to make sure her parents weren't watching, then sprinted upstairs. The house had three floors. The parents and Julian were on the second floor. Liam was on the third. I hesitated. I should probably go to the third floor. Back to our room. Whatever was going on, we needed to talk. And Liam looked like he wanted to talk, too. Besides, I needed a shower. And sleep. 10 I heard the front gate open. A car pulled in. From the glass landing on the stairs, I saw him get out. Liam's older brother, Julian. He was in a suit, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were cold, assessing. He glanced up and saw me watching him. I immediately looked away and hurried toward Liam’s room. Even though I was missing three years, my gut reaction to Julian was the same: he was intense. His presence was overwhelming, and I always wanted to hide. The first time I met him, Liam had brought me here, promising the house was empty. We were playing with Max in the living room when Julian just appeared. He’d frozen, his eyes locking onto me, just... staring. It made my heart hammer in a way that wasn't pleasant. After a very awkward explanation, Liam grabbed me and Max, and we basically ran out of the house. 11 The second time, our whole group went skiing. I got separated on the last run, used the restroom, and when I came out, everyone was gone. Then I slipped, twisted my ankle, and the ski lift had just closed. I was terrified. The temperature was dropping below zero. I thought I was going to freeze to death. 12 I limped for almost two hours. Then I heard it. A helicopter. I waved, crying with relief. The helicopter landed, and Julian got out, his face like thunder. He was furious. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed my arm, hard, and dragged me onto the helicopter. I should have been grateful, but he looked so angry I was scared to even speak. Finally, he spoke. “Liam is not right for you. This weather, this situation... and he just left you on the mountain.” I was mortified. I mumbled that it was an accident, that I'd gotten lost. I wasn’t even sure where Liam was. The third time I saw him was right before the accident, when he drove me home.
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