My Amnesia Is Fake, but Their Lies Are Real

I wasn't magnanimous. The housekeeper had torn me away from my family over 20 years ago. Hamish did a lousy job raising me, too.

I'd always hated him. Naturally, I couldn't find any reason to like Calvin, who'd benefited from my suffering.

At the time, Yvonne had pointed out with apparent nonchalance, "Well, it's not like Calvin's the one at fault here. He didn't know any better, either."

I gave her the cold shoulder for two days because of this.

In the end, she came up to me and apologized, handing me a bag of candy. With that, our fight ended, and we moved on.

Looking back, that incident might have been the crack in our relationship. Our days went on as usual, but in retrospect, she and I had gone our separate ways since that fight.

I popped the candy in my mouth and let it dissolve on my tongue. It was sweet, but sickening.

Grabbing my phone, I dialed a number.

"Hey, if it isn't Damian! What's up? I thought you'd died in Yvonne's arms while in bed with her, honestly."

The man on the other end of the phone was Lucas Wilde, a close friend of mine. He was the only person in the university who had seen through all my pretenses and still wanted to be friends with me.

He moved abroad after we graduated, but we still kept in touch.

"Luke." My voice was hoarse. "I'm going to file for a divorce, then go abroad."

Lucas was quiet for a moment before asking, "Are you… serious about this, Damian? Have you finally come to your senses?"

"I have." I stared at the gray sky outside the window. "But I'll need your help, Luke."

"Help? Well, tell me the details! I've got your back no matter what!"

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I told no one about it. I dragged my tired feet over to the front door of the house and opened it, only to hear the sound of laughter and lively chatter coming from the living room.

My breath hitched, and I froze.

The moon was shining overhead, its soft, silver light illuminating the four figures happily huddled in the living room. I was not part of the huddle, and I felt my heart go cold.

When they spotted me, their laughter ground to a halt, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

I quirked the corner of my lips and asked in a deliberately formal, distant tone, "May I know where my room is?"

Dad's expression stiffened. Calvin shot to his feet and hurried to point at the door at the furthest end of the staircase landing. "Damian, we've packed up your things and… left them in there."

The door led to a small, cramped storeroom.

In just a matter of days, the traces of my existence here had been wiped clean and stuffed into a remote, tiny corner of the house. Calvin's belongings, on the other hand, had proudly claimed space in the bedroom I once shared with Yvonne.

A self-deprecating laugh escaped me. "I thought you were all lying to me at first, but now that I've seen my room, I can at least be certain that I'm adopted."

"Damian…" Yvonne looked awkward as she stepped forward. "Why didn't you tell me you were discharged? I could've gone and picked you up."

I eyed her icily and sneered, "What, have my sister-in-law pick me up from the hospital? I couldn't trouble you with a chore like that."

Dad scowled at my words. "What's with the tone, Damian? Calvin was kind enough to pack up your things for you, but instead of thanking him, you're getting all sarcastic?"

Calvin's eyes turned red with tears, and he ducked behind Dad like a wounded child.

Seeing this, Anna snarled at me, "You meanie! Don't you dare pick on my dad! Get out of our house!"

At that moment, I couldn't help but laugh. My heart shattered, and I couldn't stop shaking.

Yvonne had stayed silent up until that moment. She fixed her depthless eyes on me and bit out, "You faked your memory loss, didn't you, Damian?"

I held her stare and suddenly chuckled. It was a dry, bitter sound.

Dad winced, but Calvin still stood tall and straight as if he were in the right.

Anna pieced things together after looking at the grown-ups' reactions. She then yelled at me ferociously, "I don't want you as my dad! You're not my dad! You should never have remembered anything and leave our house forever!"

"Be quiet, Anna!" Yvonne finally barked at the child. She noted my grim expression and tried to take my hand, but I avoided her. "Damian, Anna's only a kid. She didn't mean what she said. Don't take it personally."

I pulled my hand back and snorted. "Only a kid? She's old enough to know right from wrong. Surely you don't expect me to brush off what she said just because she's a kid."

Sensing Yvonne's wavering stance, Calvin blanched and immediately pressed a hand to his forehead. He even staggered for show. "Yvonne, I… I'm feeling a little lightheaded…"