My Husband Faked Amnesia to Marry His Sister-in-Law

My husband lost his memory. But instead of forgetting everything, he woke up believing he was his deceased older brother, Travis. Not only did he treat me like his brother's widow, but he also took his former sister-in-law, Joy, as his own wife. He even brought her into our marital home, shamelessly messing around in our bedroom. Looking at the intimate toys scattered across the hardwood floor, I completely broke down. Yet Tyler only looked at me with cold, detached eyes. "Chloe, I know Travis is dead, and I know you're grieving," he said, his voice completely flat. "But you can't just pretend I'm your husband because you miss him." "Stop bothering me. Joy won't like it if she sees you here." To teach me a "lesson," he had even abandoned me in the middle of nowhere, miles away from the city. I had to walk all the way back in the dark. When I finally dragged my bruised, exhausted body back to the house, I overheard him laughing and talking with his friends in the lounge. "So Chloe still hasn't given up?" "Man, she has a high tolerance. You only married her to get Vance Enterprises' backing, but you couldn't bear to see Joy marry anyone else." "So you faked amnesia after your brother's death just to take over his identity. Tyler, aren't you afraid of taking this game too far? What if Chloe leaves you for good?" Tyler swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why should I be scared? She loves me too much. She'll never leave." "Besides, Joy has been lonely for so many years. What's wrong with me comforting her for a little while longer?" My heart turned to ash. The so-called amnesia was nothing but a carefully orchestrated lie. I wiped my tears, turned around, and dialed my parents' number. "I've made up my mind," I said, my voice steady. "Tyler is dead to me." "I'm ready to come home and marry whoever you choose." When I hung up the phone, Tyler's voice cut through the quiet hallway. I turned around and realized he had been standing by the VIP lounge door for God knows how long. His eyebrows were knit tight, his face twisted in annoyance. "Chloe, why are you here again?!" "I've told you a thousand times, I am not your husband! When are you going to stop stalking me?" "If you're really that lonely, go find someone else. How am I supposed to explain this to Joy?" Looking at this man, a wave of bitter disappointment washed over me. For all these years, I had stood by his side, helping him build his empire from scratch. When he was hospitalized, I was the one who stayed by his bedside, caring for him day and night until my own health deteriorated. When his company was on the brink of bankruptcy, I begged my father for days, pledging my own inheritance just to secure the millions in funding that saved him. Now, looking back, my devotion felt like a massive, pathetic joke. My voice trembled, tears finally spilling over. "Tyler! Do you have any idea how many miles I had to walk alone in the freezing cold just to get back here?" "And when you were gravely ill, I flew in top specialists from all over the world to save your life!" "How could you do this to me..." Before I could finish, Tyler cut me off with an impatient wave of his hand. "I didn't ask you to do any of that. None of it is my problem." "And stop calling me Tyler." "Believe it or not, I am Travis!" My tears fell silently, the crushing pain in my chest making it hard to breathe. Seeing my silence, Tyler's frown deepened, his tone growing even colder. "Chloe, stop playing the victim. I don't need your sacrifices." Just then, Joy rushed over, grabbing Tyler's sleeve before looking at me with a face full of grievance. "Chloe, please stop forcing him!" "It's all my fault. I couldn't control my own feelings! I craved his warmth. If you want to blame someone, blame me!" "If my presence makes you unhappy, I'll leave! I'll step aside to make you happy! I'll go right now!" She made a dramatic show of turning to leave, and Tyler instantly panicked. "Joy, don't go! I won't let you!" He pulled her back, glaring at me. "Chloe is the one who keeps harassing me. She's the one acting like a pathetic parasite! She's the one who should get lost!" Joy shook her head gently, her eyes brimming with tears. "But I don't want to be the reason Chloe is sad." "Just... if I really do leave, you won't forget me, right?" Tyler's face darkened instantly. The look he shot me was filled with pure hatred.The next second, he grabbed Joy's hand tightly and gritted his teeth. "I'm taking you away." "If this house can't tolerate your presence, then I'll leave with you!" Joy's tears flowed like a broken dam. She turned to face me, bowing repeatedly in apology, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I really didn't mean to take him from you. It's just... I love him too much." She stepped forward to grab my hand, and I instinctively flinched away. But as soon as I pulled back, Joy gasped and fell backward, as if she had been violently shoved. "Joy!" Tyler leaped forward, catching her in his arms just in time. He whipped his head around to glare at me, his eyes ice-cold. "Chloe, how dare you push her?!" "If Joy hadn't felt sorry for you being a 'widow' and begged me to help ease your loneliness, I wouldn't have even deigned to look at you!" The pain radiated from my chest to my limbs. I stumbled backward, my lower back crashing hard into the edge of the console table. A barely healed wound on my waist ripped open, and I felt the warm stickiness of blood soaking through my shirt. Fighting the dizziness, I forced out a whisper. "I didn't push her. She did it herself..." "Enough!" Tyler cut me off mercilessly. "I am sick and tired of your lies!" "Someone get in here! Throw Chloe into the basement. Let her stay there until she reflects on what she's done!" The moment he spoke, several burly men in black suits stepped forward and grabbed my arms roughly. I was dragged across the floor and thrown into the damp, dark basement. Joy snuggled closer into Tyler's chest, pretending to be worried. "Honey, Chloe didn't mean it." "I just took a little fall. It's my fault anyway. I'll take the blame, please don't punish her..." Tyler tightened his grip around her, looking down at me with absolute disgust. "She brought this on herself!" "A vicious woman like her deserves to be abandoned!" With that, he wrapped his arms around Joy's waist and planted a soft kiss on her nose. "You're just too soft-hearted. That's why people walk all over you." Cradled in his arms, Joy shot me a smug, triumphant look over his shoulder. Then, the heavy basement door slammed shut. I curled into a ball on the cold floor, shaking uncontrollably. I was terrified of the dark. Tyler knew that. Back when he loved me, he would walk miles in the dead of night just to walk me home. Now that he didn't, he was the one who pushed me into the abyss. His amnesia was a lie. His change of heart was the only truth. If this was what he wanted, then I was done. I don't know how many hours passed before the basement door was finally pushed open. Tyler's parents stood at the entrance, their faces pale with shock. "Chloe, you... you were down here all night?" My throat tightened, and tears threatened to spill. Alisa rushed down the stairs, pulling me up from the floor with trembling hands, her face full of heartbreak. "My poor child, you've suffered so much. I promise we will teach that foolish boy a lesson!" I closed my eyes slowly. Accepting my fate, I finally uttered the words I had kept locked in my heart. "I'm divorcing him." Mike, Tyler's father, gasped. "Chloe, don't make a rash decision!" "Tyler loves you so much. He just needs some time to recover his memory." In just a few days, Mike seemed to have aged a decade. There were dark circles under his eyes, and new streaks of white in his hair. Alisa, supported by her husband, stepped closer to me, tears still wet on her cheeks. She took my hand in hers, her voice trembling. "No... don't force Chloe. My dear child, you should go." "You're still so young. It's not worth wasting your life waiting for an uncertain future." "Who knows when Tyler will get his memory back? Right now, he's convinced he's his brother..." Alisa broke down, unable to finish her sentence. Seeing how much pain they were in, my heart ached. In the end, I didn't have the heart to tell them the ugly truth about their son.I let out a soft sigh, squeezing Alisa's hand gently to comfort her. "I will always remember how good you both have been to me." "Even after the divorce, I'll still come back to visit you." Alisa's tears spilled over as she held my hand tightly. "Our family has failed you!" "Tyler... he will regret this for the rest of his life." Before I could respond, a furious roar echoed from the doorway. "Chloe, when is this going to end?!" "Stalking me isn't enough? Now you're trying to manipulate my parents?" "Do you have to destroy this entire family before you're satisfied?!" Tyler stood there, his fists clenched, veins bulging on his forearms as if he was about to strike. Alisa immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me. "Enough! What do you think you're doing?!" "Chloe is still a part of this family! As long as I am breathing, don't you dare touch her!" Alisa was shaking so violently she began to cough. "You absolute idiot! Do you even know what Chloe has done for..." "Alisa, please," I said gently, supporting her. "My mind is made up. There's nothing left to say." Tyler froze, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean by that? Explain yourself!" Just then, a sharp slapping sound echoed from behind him. "It's all my fault!" Joy stood there, her cheek red and swollen, crying hysterically. "Chloe, everything is my fault! If you want to hit someone, hit me!" "Please, just don't make things difficult for Alisa and Tyler anymore..." Looking at her pathetic, dramatic display, I felt a wave of nausea. "Joy, nobody is fighting you for the title of Mrs. Sterling. There's no need to put on such a pathetic show." Tyler snapped. He kicked over a nearby side table, the wood splintering as he roared: "Chloe, who the hell do you think you are?!" "You're only acting like this in front of my parents to get Joy thrown out, hoping I'll magically crawl back to you!" He tilted his chin up, his eyes filled with sheer arrogance. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but your little plan is going to fail." "In seven days, I'm throwing Joy a lavish wedding in Bali." "If you have the stomach for it, you're welcome to attend." Mike and Alisa gasped, turning to look at me with deep concern. My gaze drifted down to Tyler's right hand. The finger where our wedding ring used to sit was now adorned with a simple, different band. I suddenly remembered how, back when Joy and Travis were planning their wedding, Tyler had made up every excuse to stop it. He claimed the dates were bad, or suddenly fell too ill to attend. Eventually, he convinced them that holding a wedding would bring bad luck to the family, forcing them to cancel the ceremony. So, they had been fooling around even back then. Such a pathetic, obvious lie, and I was only seeing it clearly now. I looked down and let out a cold, quiet laugh. "Sure. I'll be there."Hearing me agree so easily, a flash of confusion crossed Tyler's eyes, quickly replaced by deeper irritation. "Chloe, don't think playing hard to get is going to make me feel sorry for you!" "You're pathetic. I wouldn't take you back even if you begged!" Then, he suddenly pressed a hand to his temple, letting out a weak, theatrical groan. "But... if you behave yourself, maybe I can try harder to remember the past..." He squeezed his eyes shut, pretending to be in immense pain. After a few moments, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he began to pant. "Chloe, I think I'm remembering something." "Did we... did we actually use to be married?" Looking at his pathetic acting, I scoffed. "You're mistaken. My husband was Tyler Sterling. You're just his brother." Tyler's face darkened, but he had to swallow his rage to keep up the amnesia act. "Maybe you should take me to the office. Who knows, maybe I really am the heir to Vance Enterprises..." "No need. You should focus on your wedding instead." I cut him off coldly, said a brief goodbye to his parents, and walked out without looking back. Over the next few days, I was busy packing up my things and moving into my new place. Tyler was occupied with his wedding prep, so he didn't bother me. On the day of the wedding, the moment I stepped into the venue, Joy came gliding toward me, her elegant mermaid gown sweeping the floor. Her eyes were filled with smug, uncontainable triumph. "Chloe, dear, must be hard watching your own husband marry someone else, huh?" "But then again, Tyler wanted to marry me even after losing his memory. That's true love, wouldn't you say?" "To make it up to you, how about I introduce you to one of our security guards?" She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with venom. "He's a widower. A bit on the older side, but for someone like you... he's a perfect match." The rage I had suppressed for days finally boiled over. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. "Are you a dog? Do you just bite everyone you see?" "You really are desperate, aren't you, Joy? Sleeping with the older brother, then the younger one. Are you afraid that when you get old and wrinkly, nobody will want you even if you offer yourself for free?" Joy's eyes widened in disbelief, tears immediately pooling in them. "What did I say wrong? Why are you hitting me again, Chloe..." "Fine! Keep hitting me! Beat me to death if it makes you feel better! I was just trying to help you, to make amends. I know I'm the intruder here... but I truly love him!" Tyler's circle of wealthy friends immediately rushed over, surrounding her and throwing accusations at me. "Joy, you're being too nice. Tyler lost his memory, it's not like he cheated on purpose." "Exactly. And he loves you so much. Once he gets his head straight, he'll definitely make it up to you." Birds of a feather really do flock together. Trash only surrounds itself with more trash. I didn't bother arguing. I turned around, found a seat, and let them whisper behind my back. When the ceremony began, Tyler kept spacing out on stage. His eyes drifted toward my corner of the room again and again. Just as the officiant asked them to exchange rings, a deep, commanding voice shattered the silence of the hall. "Hold on!" The heavy double doors of the chapel were flung open. A distinguished middle-aged man in a tailored suit marched down the aisle. The guests erupted into whispers. "Isn't that Arthur Vance, the CEO of Vance Conglomerate? What is he doing here?" "Did he come to get justice for Chloe?" "I heard Chloe's dowry was worth over a hundred million! Is he here to take it back?" Amidst the hushed gossips, I slowly stood up. As my eyes swept past Tyler's pale face, a cold smile formed on my lips. The real show was about to begin. My father walked over and gently wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "My foolish girl, why did you let yourself get so run down?" "Next time, call your dad sooner to handle things!" Tears pricked my eyes, but I smiled and shook my head. "I'm fine, Dad. I just missed you." My father patted my shoulder reassuringly. Then, he stepped up to the center of the stage, his gaze locking onto Tyler's bloodless face. "Since Tyler is getting married today, I brought a special wedding gift." He raised his phone, his voice as cold as ice. "Make sure you look at it closely." Tyler looked down at his own phone. The next second, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning. "What?!" "All... all shares and properties are being revoked?! Arthur, you can't do this!" Tyler lunged forward, trying to grab my father's arm, but was roughly shoved back. "Who are you calling dad? My son-in-law is already dead to us!"