My BFF’s “Gift” for My Daughter? She’s Pregnant With MY Husband’s Baby! Chapter 19
During that month, Olivia insisted they sleep in separate rooms-needed time to “rebuild their connection.”
Then one day, she walked over with a plate of sliced mango. Derek was working. She smiled bright:
“Derek. I think I’m starting to remember stuff.”
Derek froze. Couldn’t tell if he was relieved or terrified.
“I remember you love mangoes. You’d call me every day before coming home, asking me to cut some up for you.”
Ice water dumped over his head.
Aaron loved mangoes. Not him.
Olivia was remembering her life with Aaron.
When Derek didn’t respond, Olivia frowned:
“Why aren’t you eating? Did I get it wrong? Because I swear my husband loved these. Unless… do I have another husband somewhere?”
“No! God, no. Just me. I love them. I’m just-I’m so happy I don’t know what to say.”
To prove it, Derek shoved mango into his mouth. Piece after piece.
Hives erupted across his arms. His back.
Neither of them acknowledged it.
She kept smiling, feeding him more.
He kept smiling, swallowing.
Perfect couple on the surface.
Poison underneath.
After that, Olivia “remembered” something new every single day.
Dragged Derek-who was terrified of heights-to go bungee jumping. Because she remembered her husband loving extreme sports.
Derek came back up pale as a ghost, barely holding it together:
“I’m not scared. Just been working too much. That’s why I threw up.”
Olivia blinked. Smiled sweetly:
“Oh! You should’ve told me. We won’t do it again.”
Next day, she remembered her husband loved spicy hotpot.
That night, Derek-who never ate spicy food-ended up hospitalized for gastritis.
Late that night, Olivia stood over his hospital bed.
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Face blank.
After that, she stopped “remembering” things about her husband.
Right up until the wedding day.
Derek finally relaxed. A little.
Playing along with Olivia’s memories had been hell.
Double torture.
One-knowing the person in her head wasn’t him.
Two-being forced to pretend he was someone else.
Compared to that? Physical pain was nothing.
Finally, the wedding day arrived.
They’d changed everything. New date. New style too-traditional Chinese ceremony instead of Western.
Derek saw it as a win.
Because Olivia and Aaron’s wedding had been Western. This would be different. Theirs.
So when he lifted his bride-red veil covering her face-onto his back, his eyes stung with tears.
Kept swearing to himself: I’ll never hurt her again. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.
He carried his bride into the venue.
Lifted the veil.
“What the FUCK-where’s Olivia?!”
Derek roared at Quinn-dressed head to toe as the bride.
Panic exploded in his chest.
At the same time, the giant screen at the front of the venue lit up.
Dashcam footage.
Him and Quinn. Their first night together.
Someone in the crowd laughed:
“Holy shit! Most weddings show photo montages. These two just went full porno!”
Moans echoed through the speakers.
Derek and Quinn both went rigid.
Quinn frantically tried covering the screen.
Derek’s head snapped around. Scanning the crowd.
And there-right by the exit, slipping through the closing doors-
HEAL MO Hushand’s Baby!
Her.
“OLIVIA!”
Derek shoved past Quinn. Past his parents trying to stop him.
Sprinted after her.
