Chapter 1

My billionaire boyfriend had prosopagnosia. He was always mistaking me for my best friend.

I asked him to buy me flowers. He gave them to her.

I asked him to pick me up after work. He picked her up instead.

Even at our engagement party, he took my best friend’s hand by mistake and kissed her passionately.

Afterward, he was so sorry he wanted to tear out his own eyes and hand them to me as an apology.

Every time, I felt sorry for him and forgave him.

Until the tenth time we went to get our marriage license.

He patted his pockets and groaned. “I forgot my ID again.”

“Yesterday, I mistook Chloe for you and took her to Disneyland. My ID must be at her place. I’ll call her and ask her to bring it over.”

I froze.

The day before, a mugger had attacked me on my way home from work.

I’d called Ethan seventy-eight times in an emergency. He hadn’t answered once.

I still couldn’t reach him after I got out of the police station.

Now, I grabbed his phone before he could call her.

“Don’t bother.”

If he’d never been able to recognize me, there was no point in getting married.

Ethan frowned. When he saw my expression hadn’t changed, he relaxed.

“Okay, then. I’ll go pick up your parents.”

I pulled my hand back.

“No need.”

My parents had rushed over because they thought Ethan and I were already married. They were supposed to meet his parents and discuss the wedding.

There was no point now.

“Come on.” He put a finger to my lips. “Give me a chance to make a good impression on your parents. Go home and wait for me.”

I tried to say something, but he was already in the car, starting the engine.

He never seemed to hear a word I said.

I went home. An hour later, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, Ethan was handing the slippers I’d set out to the guests.

I snatched them back.

“Those are for my parents.”

Ethan looked at me, confused. “Aren’t these your parents?”

“They’re Chloe’s.”

He paused, then gave me an innocent smile.

“Look at me, mixing people up again.”

I let out a cold laugh and pointed at Chloe.

“You got the parents wrong. What about her?”

Chloe tapped her forehead and pouted.

“Sorry. I’m so scatterbrained.”

“I thought you’d asked Ethan to bring my family over.”

“Don’t blame him…”

She’d always been scatterbrained.

She spoke as if she’d suffered some terrible injustice.

“We can wear shoe covers inside. It’s fine.”

Ethan immediately called his assistant and told him to buy more slippers.

After hanging up, he hurried to comfort Chloe’s family.

“We’re all family. You shouldn’t have to wear shoe covers.”

But when I’d prepared slippers for my parents, he’d said, “Why bother with all that? Just wear shoe covers.”

It felt like something had lodged in my throat.

I turned around and called a cab to the train station.

My parents were sitting on the little stools they’d brought, looking around anxiously. They had bags piled at their feet.

The moment they saw me, they stood up.

Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. Mom beamed.

“Are Ethan’s parents waiting for us? We should hurry. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

They quickly straightened each other’s clothes and urged me to get moving.

My nose stung. I took their bags.

“No rush.”

As soon as I said it, Ethan called.

“Did you pick up your parents?”

“There’s fifty bucks left on your family card. Take them somewhere to eat.”

I hung up and removed him from the account.

My parents gave me a light tap.

“You’re getting married. Why are you acting like a kid again?”

“Your father and I have never tried that little place. Take us there.”

I looked at them.

“I have money. You came all this way. Why would I take you somewhere cheap?”

My phone rang several more times.

I ignored it.

By the time we got home that evening, laughter was coming from inside.

I frowned.

Ethan opened the door. He ignored my parents’ outstretched hands and stared straight at me.

“Why are you back?”

I took a deep breath.

“This is my home. Why wouldn’t I be back?”

“Why are they still here?”

A paper airplane nearly poked me in the eye.

It was Chloe’s little brother.

“Get out, you bad person! This is my house!”

The paper airplane landed at my feet.

It was a receipt.

It was dated that afternoon. Five people had spent ten thousand dollars at Bellavista.