Forget Me, I Am Marrying Your Best Friend

CH. 01

Chapter 1

4,218 words

The day before our wedding, my fiancé got into a car accident.

When I rushed to the hospital, he was holding another woman in his arms. He looked at me with cold, indifferent eyes and asked,

"Who are you?"

After the doctor told me he had amnesia, I had no choice but to cancel the wedding.

But on his birthday, I overheard a conversation between him and his best friend.

"Julian, how long are you going to play this game before you actually marry Chloe?"

Julian’s voice, both affectionate and cold, drifted out.

"I’ll consider it after Elena’s birthday."

But when I threw my real marriage certificate right in front of his face, he completely lost his mind.

The VIP lounge door was slightly ajar, and the conversation leaking out made me freeze in my tracks.

"Julian, aren't you afraid Chloe will find out the truth and dump you?"

Julian’s voice sounded incredibly casual.

"She won't. She chased me so desperately back then just to marry me."

"Her parents are gone. I’m the only family she has left in this world."

"When the time comes, I’ll just coax her a little, and she’ll stop being mad. Right now, Elena needs me more."

The guy next to him started teasing.

"Man, you really have her wrapped around your finger. But what if Elena changes her mind and says yes to you?"

"Then what? Julian will obviously dump that idiot Chloe."

Julian’s deep, cold voice rang out again.

"When that time comes, I’ll explain things to Chloe properly."

Hearing this, my heart sank. My hand slipped, and the gift box crashed to the floor with a loud clang.

The lounge door was instantly pulled open. The guy who opened it looked panicked when he saw me.

"Chloe... when did you get here?"

"Just now."

My voice was flat. The guy immediately let out a sigh of relief.

I bent down, picked up the gift, and walked into the lounge. Elena, flushed and drunk, was leaning against Julian’s chest.

She was his precious "first love," the one he had been pinning for all these years.

A flash of guilt crossed Julian’s face, but he quickly regained his cold composure.

"Chloe, what are you doing here?"

"Didn't I tell you? I’ll consider the wedding after I get my memory back."

Consider? So, I was just a disposable backup option to him.

I walked over and placed the gift in front of him.

"This is the thing you used to want the most."

With that, I turned and ran out of the place as fast as I could.

He didn't have amnesia. He just didn't want to marry me.

He was still waiting for Elena to change her mind.

...

After graduating from college, I became Julian’s personal assistant.

This man, whose face used to hang on our university’s wall of fame, had been my idol for four years.

When I learned from my coworkers that the woman he deeply loved had gone abroad, my heart, which secretly loved him, started fluttering again.

Finally, after countless nights of taking drinks for him at business dinners and getting drunk, Julian drove me home.

In the quiet, intimate space of the car, he turned to me and asked seriously,

"Chloe, do you want to give us a try?"

The year my parents died in a car accident, he took care of me meticulously. He held me close and whispered comfortingly,

"Chloe, from now on, I am your only family."

Since then, I followed him everywhere like an inseparable shadow.

Until the day Elena came back to the country.

The look in his eyes changed.

My painful memories were cut short by my buzzing phone.

"Chloe, Julian is wasted. Come pick him up and take him home."

Thinking about how these people knew the truth but still helped Julian play me like a fool, I got pissed.

I snapped into the phone,

"Have one of your guys drive him back. I have plans tonight."

Before he could answer, I hung up.

After sitting alone in a bar for hours, I still ended up going back to the house we shared.

The moment the front door opened, I saw Julian wrapped in a bath towel.

And there was a woman lying on his bed.

I didn't ask a single question. I just turned around to head to the guest room.

Julian rushed over and grabbed my arm.

"Elena is too drunk. I was afraid something would happen to her, so I brought her back."

"Even though you're my girlfriend, Elena is my family."

Family? It turned out he had so many "families" in this world.