Her Amnesia Was A Lie

When my girlfriend, Georgia, woke up from her car accident with temporary amnesia, she mistook my best friend, Brad, for her fiancé.

To spare her any emotional trauma, I agreed to temporarily swap roles with him. Brad and I made a strict pact: play the parts, but cross no lines. No intimacy, no real obligation. Once her memory returned, everything would slide back into place.

Six months passed.

Georgia showed no signs of getting better.

Until late one evening, while mindlessly scrolling through a local forum, a post caught my eye: