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In my past life, I’d been hopelessly infatuated
with Jason for years, driving him to
distraction.
After the car crash, he mistakenly believed I
had amnesia and, to escape my relentless
pursuit, claimed Lucas was my boyfriend.
Actually, when I first woke up from the crash,
I did experience temporary amnesia.
But soon, my memory returned.
Facing Jason’s prank, I didn’t think much of it.
Instead, I stubbornly exposed his lie.
Just to prove I hadn’t lost my memory.
I nervously tugged at Jason’s shirt, my eyes
welling up.
“Brother, I haven’t lost my memory, I’m not
lying.”
Jason was at a loss, his face tight as he
pulled me into his embrace.
Just like he did every time I cried in the past
five years.
“I’m sorry, Jess. Brother was wrong.”
Overjoyed, I quickly dismissed the incident.
And continued clinging to Jason as usual.
From the age of sixteen, I realized I had
unusual feelings for my adoptive brother.
Every time he got a girlfriend, I’d sabotage
their relationship.
Books say it’s possessiveness.
I couldn’t deny it.
Jason tacitly allowed my outrageous behavior.
Many times, he secretly intervened in handling
those girlfriends.
He indulged my mischief and allowed me to
cling to him relentlessly.
I got drunk and begged Jason for a kiss.
He didn’t push me away; instead, he stiffened,
letting me have my way.
At that time, I foolishly believed Jason liked
me too.
But I overlooked the most important thing: he
never verbally admitted his feelings for me.
I kissed Jason for a long time, until he
suddenly woke up, disgustedly ordering me to
get off.
Jason touched his swollen lips and raised his
lips playfully.
“Jessica, how could you like your own
brother? You’re a freak!”
I woke up like someone threw a bucket of
cold water over my head.
My limbs were stiff and aching.
“I didn’t, I didn’t.”
My voice trailed off.
My questioning tone was abruptly high-
pitched.
“Didn’t like me, huh?”
The disgust in his eyes cut me to the core.
I couldn’t answer.
Secretly, I had liked Jason.
I was an orphan; only my brother was kind to
- me.
How could I not like him?
Jason seemed to have seen through my
secret, his disgust growing stronger.
“A freak like you deserves to be locked up in
a mental hospital to be reformed.”
