This kind of cheesy plot only happens in bad TV dramas. Now it’s happening to me.
The doctor sighed. “Miss Carter, please go to the front desk to settle the bill.”
I blinked. “But I barely know him.”
The doctor turned to Jack. “Didn’t you say she’s your girlfriend?”
I shot him a glare. What’s going on?
Jack quietly pulled out his phone and showed the doctor a picture of us together.
In the photo, we were all cozy, kissing in the throes of young love.
As if that wasn’t enough, he pulled up an old social media post from our college days–us, the perfect campus couple.
I couldn’t believe he still had that.
I had a sneaking suspicion Jack had been waiting for this exact moment to trap me.
The doctor, convinced we were just a quarreling couple, waved it off and left.
Now it was just the two of us in the room.
I dropped the act. “I don’t have any money, so I’m leaving.”
Jack suddenly grabbed me, but he accidentally tugged at his injured back, letting out a low, pained hiss.
That sound… deep, restrained…
Let’s just say it didn’t take much to make my mind go places, especially in the middle of the night, in a quiet hospital room.
Jack, shameless as ever, gave me these big, sad puppy–dog eyes. “Babe, are we fighting? All the photos in my gallery are of you, and the chat logs are with you. Why can I only text you?”
I swear, Jack’s face could make anyone weak. And now, with the added battle scars? It was almost too much,
I clenched my hands to stop myself from swooning and said, “Jack, are you seriously faking amnesia?”
“How long have we been broken up?”
Jack’s breathing hitched, and he let his hand fall.
“Babe, I’m not faking it. My memory might be foggy, but my love for you isn’t.
“No matter what happened before, I’m sorry.
“Don’t leave me, okay?”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Even the strongest woman in the world wouldn’t be able to resist Jack when he was being all soft and vulnerable.
What, was he bankrupt now? Faking amnesia just to save on hospital bills?
10:23 AM
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Jack pulled out his phone. “Babe, can we at least add each other back on WhatsApp?”
I responded coldly, “No way. Do you think you’re on my level to even ask?”
Jack, unfazed, continued, “Babe, I’ll transfer you twenty grand.
“Just pay the bill tonight, and you can keep the rest.”
I have to admit, I finally found a man with a soft heart and a fat wallet.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone. “Alright, fine.”
Jack smiled in relief and scanned my WhatsApp.
As soon as I walked out of the hospital, I called up Sarah and told her the entire weird story.
Sarah immediately replied: “He’s faking it! He thinks life is some kind of soap opera. Be careful, girl, don’t let that jerk fool you!”
I sent her a screenshot of the remaining balance–over ten grand.
“Don’t worry, I got the cash. I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
Playing Jack is easier than playing fetch with a dog.
Sarah sent me a big thumbs–up and a sharp review: “Only a tough girl like you could handle someone like him! You’re amazing, Anna!”
By the time I was done with everything, it was already past midnight. I figured I’d just crash at Jack’s VIP hospital room for the night. It would save me from hearing him complain that I took the money and ran.
Dragging my feet back to the room, I found Jack sitting there like a sad, abandoned puppy.
The moment he saw me come back, his eyes lit up. “You’re back.”
! nodded and headed straight for the visitor’s bed, pulling the blanket over myself.
The silence in the room was thick, the kind that buzzes with unspoken words. Jack broke it, his eyes boring into me.
“Babe, who’s this teammate‘ you mentioned in your text?”
I stiffened. I knew this was coming.
“Why did he buy you lipstick? What shade was it?”
I sat up abruptly. Of course, this was going to be a thing.
When people are uncomfortable, they tend to fidget. I couldn’t come up with a decent explanation because, well… his teammate really did buy me that lipstick!
But still, we were broken up. Jack had no right to grill me about it.
I shot back, “I haven’t even asked you about this ‘crush‘ you’re chasing. How long have you been after her, huh? Were you into her before we broke up?”
Jack’s face darkened immediately. “I can’t remember much right now, but I know one thing for sure–I never had a crush.”
Ah, so now we’re playing the amnesia card again.
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I rolled my eyes and lay back down, opening up Tik Tok to distract myself. The algorithm must know me well because it immediately started showing me videos of ripped, shirtless guys with abs for days.
I started tapping the little red hearts, drooling at the sight. I didn’t even notice the way Jack’s gaze was drilling holes into me.
Finally, my phone flashed the low–battery warning, and I turned to him. “Hey, did you bring a charger?”
I wasn’t really expecting him to have one, but to my surprise, Jack mumbled, “In my bag.”
Who brings a charger to the hospital? Typical Jack, always prepared.
I hopped out of bed to grab it from his bag. He had one of those fancy leather briefcases, the kind every finance guy on Wall Street seems to own. But what really caught my eye was the tiny peanut keychain hanging off the side, completely out of place with the rest of the bag.
I smiled, remembering that I’d given him that keychain for his birthday. I’d told him it symbolized “good things to come.” He’d acted all annoyed when I gave it to him, but here it was, still with him after all this time.
Damn it, memories were starting to hit me again.
I quickly found the charger and jumped back into bed.
The next morning, I woke up to something that nearly made me choke.
There was Jack, squatting next to my bed, completely shirtless. And those abs? Right there in my face, all eight of them, glistening in the
morning light. No filters. No censorship.
“Morning, babe. You’re finally up.”
Babe? Jack only used that word in… well, certain situations. Yesterday, he’d been grossing me out with it all night. Now, we were doing this
again?
His face inched closer to mine, and I panicked. I shoved him away.
“Seriously, dude? I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!”
