Chapter 3

Panic was written all over Zachary's face.

Veronica smiled bitterly and made as if to leave his embrace.

"Zachary, put me down. My foot isn't that bad."

"But maybe we should cancel next week's wedding..."

"No!"

Zachary's voice shot up abruptly.

He held Veronica even tighter.

"I told you, even if the sky falls, I'm going to marry you!"

He turned with a darkened expression to look at me.

"I don't understand what promise or amnesia you're talking about! All I know is that Veronica is my fiancée!"

My heart ached so badly I couldn't breathe. I couldn't help bending over, pressing my hand to my chest.

Zachary was relentless.

"Who are you putting on this act for? Don't think pretending to be sick will let you get away with hurting Veronica!"

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I gritted my teeth.

"I didn't push her! Besides, her ankle isn't even swollen—she's the one pretending!"

Zachary instinctively glanced at Veronica's ankle, which showed no signs of injury, and hesitated.

"Zachary, my foot hurts so much, I can't move it at all. Do you think it could be a more serious fracture?"

Veronica squeezed out two tears, and instantly Zachary couldn't care about anything else.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital right away! Don't worry, I'll take care of you just like you once took care of me!"

My vision darkened in waves.

I called out to Zachary.

"Take me to the hospital. I can't hold on much longer..."

Zachary looked at me, his face full of shock.

"Why is your face so pale? Your lips have no color at all!"

Even breathing was becoming difficult.

Zachary stood frozen, torn with indecision.

Veronica was crying, her face covered in tears.

"Zachary, my foot hurts so much. If we delay any longer and I need an amputation, I won't be able to be your bride!"

Zachary hesitated no more and turned to leave.

I used all my strength to shout:

"If you don't take me to the hospital now, you might never see me again!"

Zachary turned around, a mocking smile on his lips.

"You seem pretty energetic to me. You traveled all this way just to be my wife."

"Are all con artists as dedicated as you? Your acting skills deserve an Oscar."

With trembling hands, I pulled the diagnosis from my bag.

"I'm not lying to you..."

But Zachary didn't even look. He carried Veronica and strode out the door.

I stumbled after them.

"Zachary! I have heart failure. I won't live past this week. Just look at it once and you'll know I'm not lying..."

I finally managed to shove the medical report into Zachary's hand just before they got in the car.

He didn't even spare it a glance, tossing it aside carelessly.

"Keep up the act! I'm telling you, this trick won't work on me! I'll deal with you later for pushing Veronica!"

The car door slammed shut mercilessly. The Maybach sped away.

The medical report now bore a tire mark.

My body collapsed.

I could no longer hold on, and my consciousness plunged into complete darkness.