The Year I Loved Him Most, He Died in a Crash—Until I Saw Him Holding Another Woman Two Years Later

The year I loved Jack Thompson the most was the year he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would break down, but I didn’t cry or make a scene. Two years later, I ran into him at a private party. Jack was passionately kissing a young woman. His friends rushed to explain to me: “Jack was severely injured in the accident and fell into a coma. He’s just woken up and lost his memory… We didn’t tell you to spare you from constant worry.” Jack pushed the girl away and came to me, frowning as he said: “I heard you’re my fiancée? Although I don’t remember, I’ll honor our engagement since you’ve been pining for me.” I smiled slightly and replied, “They’re lying to you. We don’t know each other.” Jack didn’t know that on the day he faked his death, I had received a video. In the video, Jack was laughing as he told someone: “The thought of being with only Emily after marriage is unbearable. “I’ll fake my death and play around for a few more years. Comfort her often, don’t let her do anything stupid.” He also didn’t know that during the two years he was “dead,” I had been with other men.