Pregnant And Leaving The Fake Amnesiac Billionaire

On the day I was supposed to sign the final deed to our life together… My fiancé, Julian Croft, the titan of the tech world, was lost at sea.

He was sailing back from a clandestine meeting on a private island. He said he was closing the deal of a lifetime—one that would secure our empire for generations.

He'd called me from the yacht, the wind whipping through the phone. He said he couldn't wait to come home and feel our baby kick.

Then, the storm hit without warning.

They said the yacht was torn apart by the waves. They said the wreckage was scattered for miles.

All they gave me was a splintered piece of the boat's helm and a waterlogged satellite phone. That was all that was left of him.

I was made a widow before I could ever be a wife.

And the child growing inside me, our son, became the heir to a ghost, a legacy without a leader.

After that, something inside me fractured.

I went numb. The world turned grey. I ate because the doctor told me to. I slept because the pills forced me to. My own heartbeat felt like a stranger's.

People said I had to be strong for the baby. But how do you build a future when the man of your life was swallowed by the ocean before he could even meet his own son?

Two weeks later, during the memorial service I arranged on our cliffside property, Julian Croft was found.

Alive.

He was rescued by a fishing trawler, clinging to a life raft.

But he wasn't the same.

The doctors called it dissociative amnesia. A total memory wipe.

He remembered his name, his skills, his company… but not me. Not us.

He returned with his "business partner," Isabelle Vance, by his side.

She was the one who'd identified him, the one who'd stayed with him in the hospital.

She held his arm, her expression as fake as anything could be, as Julian looked at me like I was a stranger.

He looked just like Julian, the same piercing blue eyes, the same smile. It was physically agonizing for me to see him look through me.

I told myself the trauma was playing tricks on my mind.

Until… I overheard them talking outside his home office, the one I had especially designed for him.

Isabelle's voice was low as she spoke.

"You really think you can keep this up? Faking amnesia? You left her standing on that cliff, pregnant and alone, for a merger? For God's sake, Julian. You staged a shipwreck just to close the deal with my father."

I stopped breathing. The glass in my hand felt impossibly heavy.

"Isabelle, he would have never approved the merger if he knew I was still attached to Evelyn," Julian's voice was cold, pragmatic.

"He needed to believe my loyalties were singular. To you. The marriage is a business contract. Six months. That's all I need."

"Once the Croft-Vance merger is finalized and the stock stabilizes… my memory will 'return.' But there won't be an Evelyn in it anymore. It will be you, Isabelle."

Evelyn's hand went to her mouth, stopping her gasp. Every single moment they had together, it was all a lie.

"Evelyn will understand, She's head over heels for me." Julian chuckled as he kisses Isabelle. " Then we'll annul our marriage, and enjoy our lives. We'll be a family."

My knees gave out. I stumbled back, catching myself on the wall, the sound of my own ragged breath roaring in my ears.

He was a liar.

The man I wept for. The man whose child I carried. He'd used me, for a merger. For Isabelle.

My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone.

I texted the only person left in my world who understood how to burn things to the ground and walk away clean, my former mentor, Klaus. He operated in the underworld, had connections to multiple mafia overlords.

"Klaus. I need a new life. I want to stage a death. I want to give Julian exactly what he gave me." I texted.

"But not yet. Give me one week. I need him to believe I'm broken. I need him to feel secure in his lie."

My entire body was shaking, something I couldn't control.

And still, their voices carried from the office.

"She's a wreck, Julian," Isabelle said, a note of satisfaction in her tone. "If it weren't for that baby, she would've already jumped from that cliff. You gutted her."

"Evelyn is resilient. She loves me enough to forgive me," he replied, his arrogance was like a physical blow. "I'll make it up to her. I have a lifetime to do it."

A lifetime? No. He wouldn't.

I dragged myself back to the guest room they had put me in, my own home was now foreign to me. I collapsed onto the cold bed, my heart aching.

My phone buzzed.

Klaus.

I answered, my throat too tight to speak. "Evelyn?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the fog. "What's happening? I thought Julian was dead."

I wanted to scream, to shatter something. Instead, I whispered back to him, "He's alive. He faked the amnesia. For her. For a merger. They're going to marry. And now he's watching me mourn him every single day."

The line was silent for a long moment. Then, when Klaus spoke again, his voice was all business.

"Alright. One week. I'll arrange everything. No trace. No loose ends."

He didn't need to ask why. He already knew the answer.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, Julian's condescending words echoing in my head.

Then came the knock.

Soft. Hesitant. The knock of a man pretending not to know me.

I opened the door, and there he was.

The man I mourned. The man who had erased me from his life. He was holding a cup of herbal tea.

As if he hadn't just carved out my heart and called it a business decision.

He offered a small, sympathetic smile.

"Hey… the housekeeper said you weren't feeling well."

"Thinking about him again? You miss the man I used to be?"

"Can I ask you something?" I cut him off, not caring what he had to say.

Julian, taken aback, said, "Yeah… sure, go on."

"Are you faking all of this Julian?