After a life-changing catastrophe, I woke up with no recollection and a man claiming to be my fiancé. I didn’t remember him, but I trusted him until my dog’s weird behavior made me doubt everything. The guy he claimed to be—or someone else?
You never expect the worse. A typical evening. After hanging out with a buddy, singing along to music, I drove home pleased.
In one instant, everything changed. A fast automobile hit me at a bend. The crash was my final memory.
Doctors informed me I had been in a coma for a week and a half when I woke up in the hospital. They stated I was fortunate not to be crippled following the accident. I felt unlucky.
was somewhat amnesic. I recalled my family, best friends, and dog.
Some recollections remained, but I forgot where I worked. I knew my house’s appearance but not my address.
The most important thing was that I forgot him. Doctors said my companion had been with me every day I was comatose.
The guy I woke up to. He claimed to be my fiancé. His name was Derek. A stranger was all I saw in him.
“Why does she forget me? Why not me? She recalls family and friends. Derek asked Dr.
Partial amnesia can cause this. The patient loses just portion of their memory, the doctor said.
“We’ve been together almost a year and a half. Engaged. We planned the wedding. What should I do now? Derek asks.
“You can talk to her about your relationship, show her pictures, maybe it’ll help bring back her memory,” the doctor said.
Maybe? What if it fails? Derek asks.
“She’s fallen in love with you once, maybe she’ll do it again,” the doctor added before departing.
Derek never returned empty-handed after that chat. He showed me photographs, presents, and told me about how we met, dated, and moved in together. But…
“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember any of this,” I said.
“It’s okay, we’ll get through this together,” Derek said, holding my hand.
Mom kept asking me when I was in the hospital.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about Derek!” she said.
“Please, mom, I don’t remember. Want me to say what? I requested.
Derek said you’d tell me when he proposed, but the accident occurred before. Not sure I believe that. Mom: You’ve always been sneaky.
This continued for days. Derek told me tales and my mom complained until the doctor let me go home.
Derek picked me up from the hospital and took me home.
I was excited to see my dog Otis. I couldn’t convey how much I missed that tiny bundle of energy.
Otis was barking loudly as we arrived at the home, undoubtedly as excited to see me as I was to see him.
But as Derek unlocked the door, Otis came out and barked and bit him.
The little Jack Russell dog Otis had never behaved this way to a friend.
Remove him from me! Relax him!” Derek shouted to keep Otis away.
“Otis! Come in!” The dog didn’t react to my shouts. “Come!” Said firmer.
Otis went to me, wagging his tail and barking at Derek. “Quiet, stop,” I urged, taking up Otis.
He briefly stopped barking. As I approached Derek, he tried to escape my grasp again.
“Lock him in the backyard,” Derek suggested.
I asked “Why?”
He wants to devour me! Like it was apparent, Derek remarked.
Don’t understand. Live together, you said. Why is he responding this way to you? I requested.
He never liked me, I don’t know. I remained with you in the hospital while your mom took care of him. “Maybe he forgot about me,” Derek said.
I grimaced silently. I played with Otis in the backyard for an hour.
He clearly missed me as much as I missed him. Derek’s explanation was illogical.
Otis remembered me throughout my hospitalization. After entering, Otis barked again. He barked incessantly. Even my head ached.
“This is really strange,” I remarked.
“What?” Derek asks.
I remarked, “Otis’s behavior, he’s never acted like this
No idea—he’s a dog. Derek remarked that his conduct is confusing.
“Where’s my phone?” I requested. I didn’t consider it in the hospital, but I needed it now.
It broke in the crash. Derek promised to replace it tomorrow.
“Okay, because I want to meet Sally,” I replied.
“Uh… Derek said, “That’s a bad idea.”
I asked “Why?”
“The doctor said you need rest,” Derek added.
“He didn’t say that. I can’t even see my friend? I requested.
“I’d wait a bit,” Derek remarked.
I was becoming frustrated with this scenario. I didn’t recall Derek, Otis was behaving funny, and I couldn’t see my buddies.
“I’m going to sleep in another room with Otis, if that’s okay,” I added. Derek made me afraid to sleep in his bed.
Why can’t he sleep outside? Derek asks.
Because he’s a housedog. He lives inside, I replied.
“We always left him outside,” Derek added.
These remarks made me frown again. Would never have left Otis outdoors to sleep. That wasn’t my style.
Derek slept in the main bedroom, while Otis and I slept in the guest room. That made me feel safer.
Derek got me a new phone, but he changed the number, so I couldn’t call Sally.
My social media passwords were also forgotten. I felt trapped since I only went out with Derek.
I continued seeing our shared images, but I couldn’t recall him. I had no memory of him, like he had never been.
Though I doubted him, Derek continued assuring my memory would return shortly.
He also demanded we marry quickly. He didn’t want to wait since he loved me. But how could I marry a stranger?
Derek was chatting to someone near the front entrance one day. He seemed unhappy, but I couldn’t tell who.
“I told you, it’s not time yet!” he shouted, closing the door.
“Who was that?” Asked him.
“They mixed up the address,” Derek replied.
Derek left for work an hour later, leaving me anxious at home. I needed to understand.
Why did I forget him? Why did Otis respond weirdly to him? Why did he ban me from seeing my friends?
I searched his belongings but found nothing strange.
A knock at the door followed. I noticed Sally as I opened it. I rushed to embrace her.
“I’m scared,” I said.
“He wouldn’t let me see you,” Sally remarked.
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I remarked.
“Listen carefully, Kait. Derek doesn’t exist,” Sally remarked.
“What?” Shocked.
“I tried to find him, but there’s no such person,” Sally remarked.
“But how? I don’t comprehend… I said.
“You’ve never met him, and he never proposed. Sally replied either you didn’t tell anybody or Derek lied.
“What should I do? I doubt Derek and I were together—Otis is barking at him like a crazed dog.
We can—
Sally stopped as a courier delivered a hefty package. After signing for it, we walked inside to inspect it.
The mail included a marriage contract. After reading, everything made sense.
Derek would receive half my assets if we divorced, according the pact.
That was a lot—my grandma was rich and left me everything.
“Bastard!” Sally shouted.
I don’t understand. How did he discover my money? How did he know I had money? I requested.
“I don’t know, but I think we should call the police,” Sally added.
She hid in a room while I waited for Derek. Otis barking again alerted me to his arrival.
“How’s it going? Got the contract? Derek inquired upon entering.
“Yes, but you get half of my assets in divorce?” I requested.
Yes, but with restrictions. Did you read? Derek asks.
“I don’t want to agree,” I responded.
“Stop, only for divorce. Derek kissed me, saying, “I hope we’ll be together forever.” We heard a doorknock then. Sally also responded immediately to Otis’s barking.
“Who could it be?” Derek asks. I shrugged, knowing who it was.
Derek was detained as he opened the door. It looked movie-like.
Screaming and struggling, he called me and Sally names, claiming we wrecked everything for him.
“I still don’t understand how he knew I had money,” I informed the officer.
We identified him. His name is Harry. The officer stated he was a nurse and worked at a nursing home for years.
“My grandmother spent her last months at a nursing home,” I added.
“That’s probably how he found out about you, then used your condition to pretend to be your fiancé,” the officer stated.
Derek was in the police vehicle as it sped away. I scooped up happy Otis who rushed up to me.
Without him, I may not have questioned Derek… Harry. This may have ended differently.
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