You're Acting, but I'm Not

When Nathan comes to pick me up on the day of the wedding, he loses his footing and falls down a flight of stairs that's several feet high.

He's not badly injured, but he bumps his head on the steps and ends up with jumbled memories.

He mistakenly thinks that I am his first love, who had once hurt him. He reacts violently whenever he sees me.

At this time, I found out that I am pregnant. The doctor says that the good news might be able to awaken his memories partially.

I rush off to find him, holding the medical report. However, I accidentally overhear the conversation between him and his friends.

"Nate is always full of ideas. Now he's even claiming that his memories are jumbled up! As long as you don't get bored, Olivia will never be able to force you to get married."

"Don't spout nonsense. I do love Liv, and she's the only one that I'll ever love. I'll just have fun for half a month more before I settle down and get married."

"Half a month? That isn't even enough time to flirt with all the female models at the club. Can you really be satisfied with that?"

Nathan's expression turns cold as he snaps, "I'm not an irresponsible jerk. Liv and I have been together for so many years.

"I'm definitely going to marry her. Call someone now! I want the one from yesterday with a tiny waist and a big bottom. It excites me to look at her!"

Trembling, I tear up the notice from the hospital and turn to leave.

On the way back, I felt lost. A passing electric bicycle knocked me down.

The middle-aged driver turned back several times to look at me, complaining loudly as he did so. "If you want to die, go somewhere else! Don't drag anyone else into it, you accursed thing."

The pain in my leg and the angry look in the middle-aged man's eyes made me dial Nathan Fulton's number without thinking.

When the call connected, no one spoke. All I could hear was the sound of a man and a woman flirting coyly with each other.

"Nate, who's better? Me or your fiancee?"

"Everything about my fiancee is great, except for the fact that she's like a dead fish in bed. She doesn't react at all…"

The sound that followed made my heart speed up, and I turned red. I hung up and closed my eyes in utter despair.

A kind-hearted passerby took me to the hospital.

The doctor was Clark Chestfield, Nate's colleague. He told me that my ankle was fractured, but he had to be careful with prescribing me medicine because I was pregnant.

When Clark found out that I hadn't told Nate about the pregnancy yet, he was shocked. "How could you not tell him? He might get better if he's triggered."

I laughed bitterly. "He wouldn't need to be triggered if it were possible for him to get better."

I had barely eaten or slept for many days because of him. I had lost ten pounds or so as a result, but he was still vigorously focusing on other women.

Clark could not dissuade me, so he agreed to my request. "You'd better tell him to come and pick you up. I'm worried about something happening to you on the way back."

However, he barely managed to get out two sentences once the call connected before Nathan scoffed and demanded, "An ankle fracture? She was fine a while ago, and now it's fractured?

"Interesting. Now she's resorted to self-harm just to pester me."

Clark shot me a sympathetic look and asked if I had any other choices.

I took my phone and scrolled through it several times before finally calling a friend I hadn't contacted in a long time. Once I had settled everything, I saw that Nathan had sent several messages.

"Olivia, it's unnecessary for you to keep this up. I really dislike women who won't stop pestering me.

"How could you bribe my colleague to lie to me just to get my attention? You've crossed the line. You'd better move out of my place."

He was afraid that I would refuse, so he had even found me a new place. He added magnanimously. "I've paid three months' rent for you already. After all, you did say that we were once deeply in love. Think of it as the last thing I do for you."

I replied: "Okay."

There was no flicker of emotion in my heart at all. Before I put the phone down, I looked at his social media once more.

He was acting lovey-dovey with a different woman each day. It was clear that he was very satisfied with his current life.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into him when I left the hospital. He was normally impeccably dressed, but he hadn't even buttoned his shirt up properly.

I stood on the spot and watched curiously as he rushed into the emergency room with a woman in his arms.