After I lost my memory, I forgot my
scum ex
My boyfriend, the one I’d loved for years, had
amnesia and he forgot all about me.
No matter how hard I tried, he couldn’t recall
our memories. He even thought I was crazy.
Then, I accidentally overheard a phone call
between him and his best friend, and
everything became clear.
“There’s no amnesia. I just wanted to spice
things up and watch her squirm while I hook
up with other girls.”
My heart sank, and I broke up with him.
Then, I agreed to a risky brain surgery that
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could cause amnesia.
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Mark didn’t even flinch when I broke up with
him.
He was playing the amnesia card, so he
wasn’t supposed to remember I was his
girlfriend.
I was packing my stuff at his place when he
got back from the hospital.
He had some blonde, cute girl hanging off his
arm.
That must be his “thrill,” I thought, already
moving on right after leaving the hospital.
“Why are you in my house?” Mark said,
playing the innocent card.
I knew you can’t wake someone who’s
pretending to be asleep.
But the girl, she piped up: “He dumped you.
She’s just grabbing her stuff.”
Mark snorted. “I don’t remember any love
stuff with you, but if everyone says so, fine.
Whatever.”
“Just don’t try to sneak anything out. If it’s
not yours, don’t touch it.”
His coldness was spot on, like he really did
forget me.
If I hadn’t heard that call with his bro…
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If he didn’t like me or wanted to split, he
could’ve just said it. I wasn’t the clinging type,
I would’ve left quietly.
But no, he had to make a show out of it,
making everyone play along. It felt like a fly
got into my cereal bowl. Gross.
I didn’t feel like calling him out. Just said, “It’s
not mine, I don’t want it.”
I kept packing, with the two of them acting
like prison guards, watching my every move.
Every now and then they’d start with the
flirting, even making out right in front of me.
Things he used to do with me, he was now
doing with a new chick.
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Like he said, it probably got him off more
doing it in front of me.
I packed fast, it was just a few clothes and
some jewelry anyway.
I swallowed my feelings, shook the bag and
said “Hey, Mark, wanna do a check?”
He shot me an annoyed look and said: “Just
get out, you’re bugging us.”
My heart squeezed and I teared up.
Heavy feet carried me out the door. Once I
rounded the corner, I let my tears fall.
My phone rang.
“Ms. Johnson, since you’re decided, come to
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the hospital ASAP. We need to talk about
your surgery.”
