At my welcome party the night I returned home, I walked into the wrong private room and ran into some stranger who thought tearing me down was entertainment.
Some girl was straddling his lap, making out like porn stars. When he saw me staring, this cocky asshole grinned and said the vilest shit:
“Still waiting around for me after all these years? Bet you jerk off to my old clothes every night, you pathetic virgin?”
“Since you’re so desperate for me, and Ivy’s your bestie, maybe you can be our mattress next time we fuck. Give you a real
show!”
I frowned, totally confused. “Excuse me, but you’ve got the wrong person.”
Six years ago, an accident nearly killed me. I survived, but lost pieces of my past.
The only reason I’d been staring wasn’t recognition–but was his watch.
Because my husband, Griffin Grayson–the head of the Grayson empire–wore the exact same one.
I wanted to surprise my husband and daughter, so I secretly flew back home a day early.
But my colleagues wouldn’t take no for an answer, dragging me to this karaoke joint for some welcome–back party.
The second I walked in, I knew I’d picked the wrong room.
Some woman was grinding on this guy’s lap, their tongues going at it like they were trying to eat each other’s faces. The wet sounds were getting amplified through the mic, and both their hands were already down each other’s pants.
Everyone around them was cheering and taking photos, yelling for them to make it even nastier.
I quickly apologized and turned to leave.
“Sorry! Wrong room.”
Everyone froze when they noticed me.
“STOP RIGHT THERE! Scarlett Hayes!” A female voice called out.
“Long time no see, Scarlett. Why are you trying to sneak out without saying hi? And using the ‘wrong room‘ excuse like you don’t know us.”
“Are you pissed because you saw me and Damon making out? Come on, Scarlett, you’re really gonna pretend you don’t know me? It’s Ivy Shaw–your best friend, your little sister.”
The guy they called Damon bit into the woman’s neck, his voice dripping with arrogance:
“Like I give a DAMN who’s watching? She should see us in bed if she really wants something to be mad about, right?”
“She’s not lost–she showed up on purpose. Wants my attention so bad.”
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They started tongue–wrestling again.
I frowned and stepped back.
Someone nearby started gossiping with fake sympathy:
“Damon, bro, Scarlett’s been looking for you for six whole years.”
“You’ve been living it up for six years, but Scarlett’s been struggling overseas all alone. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Damon Grayson stood up and grabbed the whiskey bottle, chugging it straight.
“Alright, Scarlett, drop the coincidence act. Get over here and drink this first.”
I knew for sure I didn’t know this guy–because I’m allergic to alcohol.
Anyone who actually knew me would never make the wife of the Grayson family head drink.
Ivy, who’d been making out with him, was obviously jealous now as she grabbed his hand.
“Yeah, no matter what, Scarlett really does love you, Damon. I heard she went all the way to some temple in Bangladesh, begging to see you again. Guess what happened?”
One of his lackeys immediately played along.
“What happened?”
“She knelt outside that temple for three days and nights straight. The monks wouldn’t even see her–called her crazy and
kicked her out.”
“Then she actually JUMPED off the temple cliff, saying she wanted to join you in death. But damn, she’s tough as nails–look, she’s still here!”
“Too bad she just found out you never died for her, and that car crash was totally staged by us. Wonder how she feels about
THAT!”
Everyone burst out laughing.
Damon frowned for a second, then started cracking up too.
“Scarlett, you’re still so ENTERTAINING! Having you around might actually be fun!”
His arrogant attitude made me feel sick in a way I couldn’t explain.
His little followers kept kissing ass:
“Yeah, yeah! I heard Scarlett’s company is doing pretty well–multiple branches and everything. Course, it’s nothing compared to the Graysons. With your help, she’ll be set for life!”
Another one got nasty, clearly jealous:
“Talk about simp behavior paying off big time. Bet she’s been kissing ass for years to keep Damon this obsessed. Girl must have some serious skills in the sack.”
Their words were getting more disgusting by the second. I frowned, trying to leave.
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But Damon actually stepped forward and grabbed my hand, looking me up and down.
I wasn’t dressed formally since it was just a dinner.
This outfit was part of matching couple’s wear with my husband–the front embroidery was hand–stitched by him.
He looked at me with disgust and pity, lightly slapping my face.
“Look at yourself, Scarlett. Without me, you can’t even afford decent clothes. Patching up rags like some homeless person. How pathetic can you get?”
“Whatever. Drink up, and you can be my woman again. I’ll still take care of you–just don’t get jealous of Ivy.”
I jerked my hand away.
With his shocked expression staring back at me, I said seriously:
“Sir, I think you have me confused with someone else.”
He didn’t know that after the accident, I’d lost my memory.
The only reason I was staring was because of his watch.
My husband–head of the Grayson family–had the exact same one.
