One week before our wedding, my fiancé Chase got into a car accident while protecting me on the way to pick up my dress. When he woke up, all memories of me were replaced by his childhood sweetheart, Lyla. When I rushed to the hospital, he was holding Lyla, kissing her head. Seeing me, his eyes were distant. "Excuse me, who are you?" Red-eyed, I sat by his side and recounted our love story. He listened, then smiled gently. "Sorry, Miss Sierra. I remember all of that, but the woman in those memories isn't you." Tears fell instantly. I stumbled out of the room. Downstairs, a wave of indignation made me turn back. Just as I was about to push the door open, the conversation inside froze me in place. "Chase, are you feeling guilty? You promised to be my boyfriend for a week." Chase laughed. "Lyla, I never go back on my word." A week later, Chase regained his memory and wanted to fulfill our engagement. I held my new fiancé's arm and asked him with a confused look: "Excuse me, who are you?" Chapter 1 I stood outside the door in disbelief, tears drying on my face. I didn't even notice the doctor standing next to me. "Are you family? Why don't you go in?" Chase saw me, and a flash of panic crossed his eyes. "She's not family." "Miss Sierra, I don't know where you heard about my love story with Lyla, but please stop disturbing us." His hands were tightly clasping Lyla's. When Chase felt guilty, he would subconsciously squeeze his hands. That confirmed it. He was lying. Beside him, Lyla smiled triumphantly. "Miss Sierra, stop staring at someone else's boyfriend. It makes you look cheap." I bit my lip, trembling slightly. Lyla was the only other woman in Chase's life besides me. Chase's frat brothers all thought she would be the future Mrs. Sterling. Until I appeared. Now, one week before our wedding, they decided to play me for a fool. My voice was hoarse. "What about our wedding?" Chase looked confused. "That's clearly my wedding with Lyla. What does it have to do with you?" I looked up sharply, staring at Chase in disbelief. Seeing my red eyes, Chase hesitated. Lyla's eyes darkened. She squeezed Chase's hand, a silent reminder. Chase avoided my gaze, twisting the ring on his finger. My eyes lit up. "The ring on your hand! It still has our names engraved on it!" Chase stiffened, trying to hide his hand. I rushed forward, my hands shaking, trying to pull the ring off to verify. But Chase wouldn't let go. My tears fell onto his hand. His grip loosened instantly. I frantically turned the ring to check the inscription inside. I froze. Lyla laughed and took the ring back. "Sierra, look closely. It's our initials, not yours!" So, he didn't want to let go because he was afraid I'd find out the ring had already been swapped. Tears wouldn't stop flowing. I muttered to myself. "What about the invitations? You can't fake invitations." Five hundred invitations. I watched him handwrite them for three whole months. He, who had a strict schedule, broke his rules to stay up late for me. Watching his dark circles deepen, I was heartbroken. Chase just hugged me, burying his face in my neck, smiling. "Sierra, I want to be involved in every detail of our wedding. I want to give you the best." I looked up, sobbing. "Chase, deny all you want, but the guests won't lie!" Chase looked at me coldly. "Seems like you won't give up." He took out his phone and dialed a number in front of me. The ringing sound terrified me. It connected. It was Mr. Whitman, our officiant. "Chase, you're finally awake. is the wedding with Lyla still on?" Chase smiled. "Uncle Whitman, thanks for asking. Everything is on schedule." "Good, good. I'm waiting for your wedding wine." My eyes widened. I couldn't hear anything anymore. It felt like everything in the past was just a dream I had. Mr. Whitman was a legend in the industry, known for his happy marriage. Everyone wanted him as an officiant. But he hated doing it. Chase begged him for a whole month. I saw him dragging his tired body to Mr. Whitman's house many times. I tried to stop him. "Chase, I don't care about that. Anyone will do." But he pinched my cheek, eyes full of seriousness. "Sierra, I hope we last forever." Looking at the evidence piling up before me. I had to believe it. From the beginning, the wedding Chase was preparing... wasn't for me. I couldn't stay any longer. I turned and left. Chapter 2 Chase's voice came from behind. "Wait. We're being discharged too. We'll give you a ride." I didn't look back. "Not on the way." I tried to keep walking, but Chase grabbed me, brooking no refusal. His familiar scent made me tremble. "I'm not comfortable letting a girl go back alone. I'll drive you." He dragged me downstairs. Seeing the car, I instinctively walked to the passenger seat. He blocked me, looking at me distantly. "Miss Sierra, this is my girlfriend's exclusive seat." Just last week, Chase told me: "Sierra, you get carsick. This seat is yours forever. No one else sits here." I swallowed the bitterness and walked to the back seat silently. After getting in, I was about to tell him the address. But Lyla started reminiscing with Chase about the past, giving me no chance to speak. I used to be jealous of Lyla. Because Chase never said no to her. But seeing my jealousy, Chase laughed out loud. "I grew up with Lyla. I only see her as a sister. If you don't like it, I'll contact her less." He said that, so I let it go. I never expected him to do this for a "sister." My stomach started to churn. Chase saw my face in the mirror and frowned, wanting to slow down. Lyla pouted unhappily. "Chase, you're the best racer in the city. Why are you driving like a turtle? Faster!" I met his eyes in the mirror, pale-faced. He quickly looked away and said dotingly to Lyla: "Yes, my princess." I knew there were motion sickness pills in the passenger glove box. I wanted to ask for them, but Chase accelerated instantly. My forehead slammed into the seat in front. I was thrown around. Chase just glanced back indifferently and drove faster. I closed my eyes tight, curling into a ball. As soon as I got out, I vomited on the curb. Lyla looked at me with disgust. "So dirty. Don't come into our house." Only then did I realize I was brought to my wedding house with Chase. While I was dazed, my things were thrown out of the villa like trash. Lyla looked down at me from the steps. "Sierra, take your trash and get out!" "You stole my man. You have to pay it back eventually!" Seeing the ceramic doll Chase made for me smashed into pieces. I stood up weakly and slapped her. But Chase blocked it. I used all my strength. My nails scratched Chase's chin. He looked at me coldly. "Sierra, you crossed the line." "You put your things in our wedding house without permission. I haven't even settled that with you!" My heart shattered. My throat was blocked with cotton. "That was our wedding house!" I pointed at the fragments on the ground. He looked, his voice cold. "Just some worthless trinkets. Name a price, I'll pay you." That was the first birthday gift Chase gave me. He ruined a room full of clay to practice. Finally, he gave me the perfect pair on my birthday. His love felt tangible back then. "Sierra, this is our token. Put it in your office. Look at it and think of me every day." I cherished it for three years. I only brought it to the wedding house recently. He looked at me silently, frowning. "Miss Sierra, take your things and leave my home with Lyla." My heart went dead silent. I had no energy to argue. I looked down and picked up my things. Chase turned to the butler. "Deep clean the house. I don't want to see anything related to Sierra." My hand paused. A shard cut my finger. Lyla squatted in front of me, sneering. "Sierra, I told you. You can't beat me." I didn't look up. I said calmly. "I'm not fighting. My leftovers... are yours." I picked up the bags and left. On the empty road, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I called my dad, crying. "Dad, I agree to the merger marriage." Chapter 3 I cried for three days at home. After venting, the phone rang. "Sierra! You cancelled the wedding with Chase?!" My best friend Mia's voice exploded in my ear. I smiled bitterly. "Mia, not cancelled. The bride just isn't me." She paused. "Impossible. The invitation says..." I interrupted her. "Mia, what did you call for?" Mia snapped back to reality. "That dog couple went to your mall to pick wedding dresses! They complained about the service and it's trending on Twitter!" I opened my phone. #1 Trending Topic: Sierra Mall Service Horror Story. Comments were full of hate. Definitely Lyla's doing. I poured my heart into this mall. I couldn't let Lyla ruin it. I fixed my haggard self and went to the mall. Inside the bridal shop, the staff were red-eyed and panicked. Lyla sneered when she saw me. "Like boss, like employee. Sierra, I want you to serve me." I rolled my eyes internally. What era is this? But with the crowd watching, I gritted my teeth. "Fine." Chase looked at me in surprise. He didn't expect me to be so obedient. I was known for my pride. Seeing that I didn't even look at him, he felt annoyed. "I ordered a pink wedding dress last month. Bring it out for my fiancée." My smile froze. That dress... was for me. Seeing my expression, Chase relaxed. Lyla's eyes flashed with hate. I looked at the dress mockingly. "Sierra, you are unique in this world. I want to give you a unique dress." Lyla shouted. "Come put it on me!" I helped her dress expressionlessly. She laughed. "How does it feel? Your dress on me?" I pulled the laces tight. She gasped. Before she could scream, I covered her mouth and stared into her eyes coldly. "Lyla, how does it feel to marry the man I threw away, wearing a dress that doesn't belong to you?" She glared. I smirked and walked out. Lyla came out, face black. She sat on the sofa and pointed at a pair of shoes. "Put them on me!" I clenched my fists. Chase stepped forward, voice cold. "Is this your service attitude?" My heart clenched. Chase knew best. To build this mall, I worked for months. I didn't even have time to plan the wedding. I took a deep breath. I knelt on one knee and put the shoes on Lyla. Lyla kicked the shoe into my face. The sharp heel hit my nose. Tears burst out instantly. Chase instinctively wanted to help me up. Lyla threw herself into his arms, crying. "Chase! She pinched my foot! I didn't mean to kick her!" Chase's face turned frosty. "Apologize to my fiancée!" The crowd's phones flashed brighter. I lowered my head and gritted my teeth. "I'm sorry." I will remember today's shame. Sierra never leaves a grudge overnight! Chapter 4 That night, Lyla's arrogant video went viral. Public opinion flipped. Sterling stock fell. My family's stock rose. I sighed in relief and slept well. The next morning, my phone rang. "Boss! Bad news!" My secretary was frantic. "Lyla posted online saying you are the mistress! She posted videos of you at the hospital and villa!" "Also, Sterling Group retweeted and confirmed it." My hands shook. Gaslighting bitch! Suddenly, glass shattered downstairs. I ran down. Lyla stood at my door with reporters and a crowd. Chase grabbed my hand, eyes confused. "Why did you ruin the dress?" I pulled away, looking at him coldly. "I don't stoop that low!" Chase froze at the coldness in my eyes. Lyla cried. "Miss Sierra, you can't ruin my dress just because you love Chase! We are getting married in three days!" The crowd whispered. I laughed in anger. "Are you sure that's your dress?" That dress was one of a kind. Custom made for me. Although ordered in Chase's name. I asked the designer to weave my name into the fabric. Lyla shouted, red-eyed. "Chase ordered this for me! Chase, tell them!" Everyone looked at Chase. Chase looked at me, then stood firmly behind Lyla. "Yes. I ordered this for Lyla." The crowd exploded. "A mistress ruining the bride's dress! Die!" An egg hit me. A woman screamed. "Mistresses deserve to die!" I tried to block. Another egg flew. Chase blocked it for me. Silence. He spoke calmly. "Aim better. You almost hit my fiancée." Looking at the filth on me and the accusations. My mind snapped. I rushed forward to grab the dress. To show the evidence. My hand touched the fabric, but Chase grabbed my wrist. His eyes were complex. His grip was crushing. He wouldn't let me take it. In an instant, I understood. Chase knew the secret. He blocked the only way to prove my innocence. The light in my eyes died. Seeing me restrained, others came to beat me. I was kicked to the ground. Chase held my wrist the whole time. Suddenly, someone hit my head with a stick. Blood flowed. Seeing the blood, Chase finally let go. The crowd went silent. I propped myself up, grabbed the dress, and exposed the evidence. I looked at Lyla, word by word. "Why does your dress have my name embroidered on it?" Everyone looked at each other. I looked at Chase weakly. "Take your people and get out!" After they left, I couldn't hold on anymore. I called an ambulance before passing out.
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