Chapter One

In the third year of suffering intermittent amnesia, I overheared my husband, Lucas Taylor, talking with his friends.

"Lucas, Olivia loses her memory every few months, and you always have us impersonate you to live with her. Aren't you afraid one of us might actually catch feelings for her?"

"Afraid?" Lucas swirled the wine in his glass, his smile wild and unrestrained, "Olivia is frigid. As long as you don't hit on her, she'll never have those kinds of needs."

"But I'm warning you—stick to the act, but don't you dare sleep with her. Once I'm done playing around, I gotta get back to my family."

For the past three years, every time I lost my memory, the man who held my hand, hugged me, and even shared my bed was never the real Lucas.

Three years, nine bouts of amnesia.

Nine different men posed as my husband.

But what they didn't know was that my amnesia was actually cured two years ago.

When my ninth "husband" arrived home, I was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.

A clear voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Olivia, I'm home."

I turned to look at the man in the doorway.

"Who are you?" I frowned, feigning confusion, "Are you my husband? I seem to remember my husband's name is Lucas."

The man froze for a second, then immediately refuted it in a panic.

"No! Uh... I'm your husband's friend! Don't worry, Olivia, I'll call Lucas and get him back here right now!"

With that, he fumbled for his phone and hurried out to the balcony.

"Lucas, Olivia's lost her memory again! Whose turn is it? Hurry over and swap with me!"

Hiding by the window, I listened as Lucas's friends hemmed and hawed over the speaker.

"Lucas, Olivia is too clingy. We've gotta be with her 24/7—we can't handle it!"

"Yeah, Olivia is great in every way, but she's strict as hell. What guy doesn't stray?"

"Why don't you just go back yourself, Lucas?"

"No way." Lucas's lazy voice came through the speaker.

"I'm not done playing yet. I don't wanna head back. Which one of you is going to take my place? C'mon, that's not very bro-like—refusing a favor this small."

Amidst the bickering, a cool, composed voice cut through.

"I'll go."

I recognized it.

It was Lucas's best friend, Sean Davis.

Sean was known in their circle as the untouchable heartthrob, rumored to have never dated anyone in his thirty years.

When Lucas first proposed finding someone to impersonate my husband, Sean was the first to object.

But now, he was also interested in playing this pretend couple act?

Half an hour later, the door to the apartment clicked open.

Sean walked in, his tall frame silhouetted against the light.

"Olivia, I'm home." His cool voice held a magnetic quality.

I stood up, staring intently at the tall, handsome man before me.

"You're my husband, Lucas?"

"Yes."

Sean covered his lips and gave a light cough, "Sorry I'm late—I had to work overtime tonight."

The words had barely left his mouth when his phone rang.

Sean made an apologetic gesture and took his phone to the balcony.

Lucas's casual voice came through the phone.

"Oh, right, Sean, I forgot to remind you. You're only allowed to hold her hand or hug her, but don't you dare sleep with her. No matter how you two play around, she's still my wife."

"Got it." Sean's voice was low.

For the past three years, no matter how those men pretended to be Lucas, they only held my hand or hugged me—never crossed the line.

In three years, there were never any photos of us together in the house, nor any man's ID card or documents.

I have no parents, and because of my amnesia, I don't really have any friends.

They took it for granted that I would never find out.

And I played dumb, pretending I knew nothing.

But this time? I was ready to play a different game.

Chapter Two

I slipped my arms around Sean's waist, pressing close.

"Honey, even though I have amnesia, the moment I saw you, I felt this incredible familiarity. You must be my husband—no doubt about it."

I clung tight to his waist, my hand brushing over his rock-hard abs before I pulled away.

Sean's body stiffened for a moment, and then he frantically pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, batting my lashes like I was innocent, "Honey, you don't like me anymore just because I have amnesia?"

"No," Sean's gaze flickered away, his voice rough with restraint, "...I do."

I reached up to unbutton his shirt, my fingers tracing lightly over his chest muscle.

"Honey, it's so cold today. Why don't we go warm up in bed together?"

Sean's Adam's apple bobbed. "...Okay."

That night, Sean and I slept in the same bed.

But as if bound by an unspoken rule, we barely exchanged a word—just silence thick with tension.

The next day, Sean took me to a bar, saying he wanted to reintroduce his friends to me.

As soon as we entered the private room, I spotted Lucas making out with a woman, kissing her passionately.

Sean let out a light cough, interrupting them.

Lucas froze for a second when he saw us, then slowly stood up.

"Hello, I'm Lucas's friend, Sean," Lucas said, pretending to be Sean.

Lucas extended a hand to me, introducing calmly, "This is my girlfriend, Isabelle Harris."

"Oh."

I nodded, leaving his hand hanging awkwardly in mid-air.

Isabelle. Of course I knew her.

Lucas's first love.

They had broken up years ago due to family's disapproval, but they'd been hooking up behind my back ever since I got amnesia.

She was the reason Lucas had been unwilling to come home for three years.

The room was filled with Lucas's friends. Several of them had pretended to be my husband before, and now, they all teased me as if nothing happened.

"Olivia, you lost your memory again?

Our Lucas is such a good man, no matter how many times you lose your memory, he'll never leave you!"

"Yeah, Olivia! You gotta hold onto such a good guy!"

A sarcastic smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, but I said nothing.

Sean put an arm around me and sat me down on the sofa.

The moment we sat down, I picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to him. "Honey, eat up."

In the dim light, I caught Lucas's gaze darting over to us, sharp with irritation.

I leaned close to Sean's ear and deliberately nibbled his earlobe. "Honey, you were pressing against me all night. It hurt so much."

Sean's face went rigid.

He squeezed my hand awkwardly, his voice low. "Baby, stop messing around."

Lucas gripped his wine glass tightly, his expression dark with annoyance.

Isabelle, sitting beside him, mocked in a cloyingly sweet, yet snarky tone. "Olivia, you really have a way with men. You've got the untouchable heartthrob, who never spares women a glance, wrapped around your finger like some lovesick teenager."

At her words, Lucas's friends panicked, afraid I'd figure something out.

They quickly chimed in with awkward laughs to smooth things over.

"Haha, that just proves how great the bond between Olivia and Lucas is!"

"Yeah, even with amnesia, it doesn't stop them from showing off their love!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucas lift his glass and take a sip, his face practically stormy.

A flash of triumph shot through me as I stood up and went to the restroom.

As I was coming out of the restroom, Isabelle walked toward me.

The moment we brushed past each other, with a splash, she threw the entire glass of red wine on me.

"Oops, I'm so sorry. My hand slipped." She cooed, feigning innocence.

Smack!

I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing in the hallway.

"Sorry, my hand slipped too." I shot back, mimicking her sickly sweet tone.

The words had barely left my mouth when a sharp voice snapped from behind.

"Olivia Miller, what are you doing?!"

Lucas strode over in quick, angry steps, his jaw clenched tight.

Chapter Three

Isabelle immediately threw herself into his arms, sobbing so hard.

"Honey, I just accidentally spilled a drink on Olivia, but she flew into a rage and slapped me. My head feels so dizzy now."

Lucas's face darkened, clearly displeased.

"Apologize to Isabelle!"

I scoffed, "Who are you to order me around?"

"Olivia!" Lucas's gaze turned menacing, his face dark as a storm cloud. "How did you become so arrogant and domineering after losing your memory?"

"What I've become is none of your business."

I turned to walk away, done with his nonsense. But Lucas lashed out suddenly, kicking the back of my knee.

A jolt of pain shot through me, and I crumpled to the floor, crashing to my knees with a heavy thud.

"Olivia, don't you dare use your amnesia as an excuse to run wild! Apologize to Isabelle, now!"

Staring up at this man, red-faced and furious, I felt a bitter mix of pity and contempt.

I have no parents. In this city, Lucas was my only support.

We fell in love in college and have been together for ten years. When he proposed, he swore he would always protect and love me, and that he would never betray me in this lifetime.

But now, not only has he betrayed our marriage, but he's also gotten violent with me for another woman.

In my grief and anger, Sean's cold, sharp voice came from behind me.

"Don't touch her!"

I stood up, enduring the pain in my knee, quickly slapped Lucas across the face, and then hid in Sean's arms to complain.

"Honey, your friend is so rough, he was bullying me!"

Sean's expression was grim, his eyes dark, and his gaze toward Lucas was full of warning.

"Don't bully Olivia."

Lucas ground his molars, a hostile air emanating from his grim face.

Isabelle, huddled in Lucas's arms, let out a disdainful sneer, "A slut and a fool, what's there to be so proud of?"

"Shut up!"

Lucas and Sean's voices rang out at the same time.

"Isabelle, Olivia was in the wrong, but you can't insult her like that," Lucas's tone turned cold and rigid, no trace of his earlier tenderness for her.

Sean's brows furrowed, his gaze turning icy as it locked on Isabelle.

"From now on, if I hear you badmouth Olivia again—I won't let it go."

After saying that, he put his arm around me and strode away.

We went straight home.

The moment we walked in the door, I wrapped my arms around Sean's waist, my hands caressing his firm abs.

"Honey, you looked so handsome standing up for me just now. I loved it!"

A faint blush crept up the tips of Sean's ears.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm glad you liked it."

My fingers drifted to his belt buckle, brushing it lightly.

"Honey, it's so cold. Let's go to bed and warm each other up, yeah?"

"...It's still early."

"Who made a rule that bedtime's the only time for this?"

I kissed his Adam's apple, coaxing in a low voice, "Honey, I've lost my memory, and I can't remember what sexual matters feel like... Can you help me recall?"

Sean's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

His voice came out a ragged whisper, "Olivia... don't tease me."

I didn't answer—just pushed him down onto the sofa.

He tensed for a split second, as if fighting the urge to pull away… then flipped me over, pinning me beneath him, his eyes dark with unmasked hunger.

From afternoon till midnight, Sean was like a starved wolf finally tasting meat—ravenous, insatiable, savoring every moment.

By the end, I was so exhausted I passed out the second he pulled me close.

In my dazed half-sleep, I felt his lips brush my ear.

His voice was hoarse, almost tentative.

"Olivia, did you really lose your memory?"