99 Times of Amnesia: My Escape
Chapter 1
I loved the thrill of the extreme.
I’d conquered every adrenaline–pumping
sport imaginable, and my girlfriends were
always younger and younger. I never brought
them home though.
Eight years into my marriage, a paragliding
accident left me waking up to see Jenny
Walker, who’d wandered into the wrong
hospital room.
I stubbornly decided she was the girl I loved
with every fiber of my being. I showered her
with luxury cars, mansions, airlifted roses by
the sea, and bought her millions of dollars
worth of diamonds.
To keep Jenny happy, he made me dance on
a frozen lake in sub–zero temperatures.
I wore a thin dance dress, performing again
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I wore a thin dance dress, performing again
and again until I collapsed.
Jenny, while playing a racing game,
deliberately switched to overdrive and
slammed into me.
My leg was broken, my abdomen bleeding
profusely.
Ethan just frowned. “She’s young, she doesn’t
know any better.”
Clutching my stomach, dragging my broken
leg, I found Ethan’s parents.
“Your kindness, I’ve repaid in full.”
Late one night, while drowning my sorrows,
laughter spilled from the next room where
Ethan was with his friends.
“Ethan, you’re pushing it, aren’t you worried
about losing Lily for good?”
“She’s crazy about me, I’ll just have to
sweet–talk her when I’m done playing.”
“The wife your parents picked, she’s like a
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“The wife your parents picked, she’s like a
dead fish in bed. Nowhere near as exciting as
Jenny.”
I laughed, a hollow, bitter sound.
After 99 hurts, this was the final one.
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I swirled the whiskey in my glass, a rare
indulgence these days.
The soundproofing in this club was terrible; I
recognized the voices from the next room
immediately.
“Ethan, you’re pushing your luck, you know
Lily might actually leave you this time?”
Ethan’s scoff cut me like a knife. “Her? She’s
madly in love with me, I’ll just have to sweet- talk her when I’m done playing.”
The clinking of glasses was jarring.
“The wife his parents picked, she’s like a
dead fish in bed. Nowhere near as exciting as
Jenny.
I froze, as if a bucket of ice water had been
dumped over me.
I gulped down the whiskey, the burn a
welcome distraction.
A white hair, I didn’t know when it appeared,
rested in my palm.
At 2 AM, I dragged myself back to the
mansion.
The moment I opened the door, a strong
scent hit me. Women’s lingerie and men’s ties
were scattered on the floor; a black stocking
hung from the banister.
I froze, wanting to escape.
“Stay.”
Ethan, arm–in–arm with Jenny, descended the
grand staircase. Jenny wore only his shirt, a
red mark on her neck.
“Clean this up,” he ordered casually, his
fingers caressing Jenny’s waist.
Seeing me frozen. he grabbed my wrist. “Not
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He knew my weakness. I wouldn’t let the staff
resent me.
I knelt on the cold marble floor, picking up the
remnants of their debauchery.
Jenny giggled, nuzzling into Ethan’s chest. He
fed her grapes, his fingers lingering on her
lips.
Once I finished, I stood before Ethan. “Ethan,
we’re getting a…”
“Ughh…” Jenny suddenly gagged.
Ethan’s expression changed instantly.
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Jenny? You wouldn’t…”
He turned to me, his eyes icy. “Get a
pregnancy test. Now!”
The autumn wind bit at my face.
I stood before the 24–hour pharmacy, my
heart clenched in an invisible fist.
Back at the mansion, the pregnancy test
showed twe pink lines: a look of surprise
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showed two pink lines; a look of surprise
washed over Ethan’s face.
“I want the master bedroom,” Jenny pouted.
“They say south–facing rooms are good for
babies.”
Ethan didn’t even look up. “Lily, you’re
moving to the basement.”
Jenny’s gaze fell upon the jade bracelet on
my wrist. “That’s beautiful. I heard jade is
good for pregnant women…”
It was the bracelet he’d given me on our
wedding night. Silently, I removed it.
I knew Jenny was special.
Ethan had never brought other women home.
But for Jenny, he’d even pretend to have
amnesia, making me dance on a frozen lake
to please her, letting her break my leg on a
racetrack.
I went down to the basement; a musty smell
filled the air.
Faintly, from upstairs, I heard the creaking of
bedsprings.
I curled up on the hard mattress, staring
blankly ahead.
The nauseating sounds finally ceased as
dawn approached.
