"Are you sick? Why did you touch my aunt? Everyone knows that my aunt loves my uncle the most. Would she want a second-hand product like you that even I don't want? Even if there is no mirror, she would pee and look at it. I hate rubbish like you who pretends to be thieves everywhere just to be jealous. I was really blind before and I actually fell in love with a man like you. It's really cheap!"

I covered my face and turned my head slowly. Maybe my eyes were too calm, Rachel suddenly turned her head away with guilt.

But Patrick refused to let me go, "Brother, Rachel is willing to let you be her lover even though she has lost her memory. It's fine if you are not grateful, but you actually want to harm her. You know that President Jones cares most about her husband and you dare to pretend to be Rachel's uncle. You are not just asking for bad luck for her. You are too selfish and vicious!"

Patrick was my stepmother's son. On the seventh day of my mother's death, even though we were still in the mourning hall, my father pressed my head to accept this brother who was one year younger than me.

He was like a lingering ghost, unable to tolerate all the beauty around me. He took away what could be taken away and destroyed what couldn’t be taken away.

Five years ago, Rachel would protect me with her slender body and scold Patrick coldly. Now, the person in front of me was still that person. But she stood in front of Patrick and threw out a stack of money with disdain on her face.

"You've done so much just for the money, pick it up."

The sharp paper scratched my forehead. A tiny drop of blood came out, I didn't wipe it off, but I saw a subtle nervousness in Rachel's eyes.

The next second, I bent down.

She was relieved and laughed mockingly, "Is that right? A licker should act like a licker..."

I picked up the watch thrown in the corner from a pile of red banknotes.

Rachel stared at me in disbelief and a sense of panic arose in her heart for no reason.

Before I was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed my hand, "Are you addicted to pretending? Isn't the money here enough to buy you a fake broken watch?"

I didn’t understand why she was so anxious, "Let me go."

She glared at me with gritted teeth, "You really won't cry until you see the coffin. Okay, Patrick and I will hold a wedding in a week. My aunt will return to China on that day. You can also come to watch the ceremony and let my aunt recognize you, the rubbish I threw away, how shameless you are."

When Patrick heard about getting married, he couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Brother, you are not afraid of being exposed and dare not come, right?"

I put the watch away carefully and replied indifferently, "Okay, I will go, I hope you don't regret it."

I walked out of the room and stopped at the door for a few minutes.

Rachel's best friend sighed, "Rachel, you didn't play too much, did you? Why do I think Mike is not right? He won't really get married, right?"

"How is it possible? He is just acting." Rachel's tone was full of certainty, "With his cheap look, it's not just my handshake."

Thinking of my too calm eyes when I left, she pursed her lips unnaturally, "I've had enough fun. After the wedding, I will recover my memory. Then I will complain and say I love him the most. I guarantee that he will lick me like a dog again."

"Otherwise, how can you say Rachel is smart? With one trick of amnesia, she has lived happily outside for five years and she can also make Mike wait for you for five years without regrets."

Patrick complained unwillingly, "Rachel, if you have recovered your memory, what should I do?"

Rachel pinched his abdominal muscles infatuatedly, "It's the same as before and it will be the same in the future. Besides, it's not as exciting as having an affair in public."

I listened quietly and my heart was cold.

I walked quickly to the hotel entrance, took a few deep breaths before swallowing the nausea. Rachel didn't know that five years ago, when she died in a car accident I received a video. I clicked on the phone.

Her voice was full of laughter, "I love Mike, but he is too wooden. When I think about having only him as a man after marriage, I feel so boring. I will fake my death and go out to play for a few years. When I come back, I will say that I have lost my memory. Remember to record more videos of him dying. I can't wait to see how he is in pain for me."

On the day the doctor announced her death, I did what she wanted. The despair of the sky falling made me unable to cry. I thought about dying together, but it was her good girlfriends who tried their best to stop me.

But I didn't notice that there was a phone in the dark recorded my pain. I didn't notice that they hid under the mask of false pain and tried their best to endure the ridicule.

I put away my phone. From that day on, Rachel pretended to be dead, but in my heart, she was really dead. The news that Rachel was not dead was exposed along with her marriage, causing an uproar.

That night, Patrick updated his status. In the photo, they held hands and wrote sticky love words.

A romantic wedding scene was being prepared. Rachel would werar an exquisite and beautiful wedding dress. They bought the diamond ring that would last a lifetime. All of them were carefully prepared by Rachel for our wedding.

I took a look and was about to exit, but Rachel's message popped up.

[Are you jealous?]

I just deleted and blocked her.

Patrick's message popped up again.

[You have seen it all, you are just a dog for our entertainment and only I am worthy of being the son-in-law of the Ruan family.]

I gave him the same treatment without saying a word.

A week later, the wedding was held as scheduled.

Because my daughter was so clingy, when I arrived at the hotel, the wedding had already reached the stage of exchanging watches.

Rachel, who had been looking at the door frequently, relaxed her brows visibly when she saw me coming in. She smiled and when the MC asked if she was willing to marry the groom, she pretended to hesitate and was half a beat late.

But she couldn't wait for my reaction. Seeing me standing in the crowd and clapping like nothing happened, her whole face turned cold.

I didn’t know who pushed me hard from behind. I was caught off guard and fell on the drinks table beside me. The champagne tower, which was taller than a person, collapsed. The drinks mixed with glass fragments all fell on me.

Blood flowed down my forehead and in my blurred vision, I seemed to see Rachel anxiously taking two steps towards me, but Patrick rushed out first. He grabbed me tightly and his eyes were red.

He scolded me, "Brother, I kindly invited you to my wedding. How could you deliberately make trouble? I know you are jealous of Rachel for only loving me now. You can beat me or scold me, but you have to destroy my happiness to feel comfortable? Can't you bear to see me live well?"

Patrick was very strong. He held a piece of broken glass in his hand and stabbed it into my flesh, which made my scalp numb.

When I subconsciously tried to push him away, he suddenly fell back. The next moment, a red wine bottle fell on my head. There was a buzzing sound in my ears and the pain made my eyes black.

When I raised my head, I met Rachel's angry eyes, "Are you a dog-skin plaster? I don't even remember you, but you still rush to stick to me. I have never seen such a shameless man like you. Apologize to Patrick!"

There were many guests present, most of whom came here for Julia to appear today.

In order to please Rachel, they began to attack me indiscriminately. "People need dignity and trees need bark. Rachel doesn't even remember you, but you're still clinging to her like a lapdog. You're really embarrassing for men. If you really need women, wouldn't you take off all your clothes and lie on the rich woman's bed?"

"You're also making a scene at someone else's wedding. You can't bear to see your brother happy. You're really vicious. Looking at his ferocious face, you know he's a domestic violence maniac after marriage. Fortunately, Rachel didn't marry such a criminal."

At this moment, Patrick suddenly pointed at my wrist in panic, "Brother, I told you that President Jones would be there today, so how dare you bring this fake 'Only Love in This Life'? Could it be that you say you love Rachel, but you actually want to seduce President Jones?"

As soon as I said this, everyone noticed the watch on my hand.

Someone immediately said loudly, "I heard that a man who claimed to be Miss Jones's one-night stand came to her house. After hearing this, her husband just took off the piece of 'Love of This Life' for one day. The next day, this man was found in the underground gray industrial chain of Country A with a collar tied around his neck and all his limbs were missing."

Hearing this, Rachel's face suddenly sank.

Patrick said hypocritically, "Rachel, so many people are watching, my brother's hands can't be kept before Mr. Jones finds out."

Rachel was silent for two seconds and then took a table knife from the table. I took two steps back, but was surrounded by people and several strong guests directly held my hands.

"Rachel, if you dare to hurt me, Julia will not let you go."

"Brother, don't be so stubborn now. You don't know how cruel President Jones is. When she comes to deal with you, it will take more than just a pair of hands. Rachel only wants your hands because you are her ex-fiance."

Rachel approached me and a flash of pity flashed in her eyes. "I will be gentle."

I was forced to hold my hands and despair swept over me.

I shouted with a pale face, "Let go, my wife is Julia!"

Everyone looked at me like a madman.

Rachel squatted down, "I know you love me too much, so you want this a way to attract my attention. Don't say such crazy words again. I won't despise you even if you lose your hand."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her knife. The watch and my palm were chopped off. Patrick quickly picked up the severed hand and threw it out of the window.

My eyes were bloodshot and I almost fainted from the pain.

When I looked up, I saw his sinister smile of success in my blurred vision.

"Rachel, that's enough. Be careful not to recover your memory and end up in trouble." A friend couldn't help but whispered.

Patrick interrupted immediately, "Rachel, President Jones is coming soon. Do you want to watch my brother's limbs being chopped off and put in a dog collar?"

"It's better to get a prosthesis without a hand than to lose your life."

Rachel's wavering face suddenly became firm. Seeing me shivering and curled up, she gritted her teeth, "Mike, I'm doing this for your own good. I will make it up to you in the future. "

My face turned pale, cold sweat covered my face and I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak.

When the silver-shining hilt was about to fall again, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly pushed open.

Julia, surrounded by a crowd of people, strode in with high heels.