Your Lie Cost You Me Chapter 08
ontinued, “You and Jean have been living in my house all this time. I was already generous enough not to kick you out sooner. You can refuse to leave, but I’ll have every last thing you own tossed out.
“As for the apartment you rented, you and Jean can have it.”
Ben went still.
When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse. “When did you find out I’d gotten my memory back?”
“It doesn’t matter. We were over the moment you faked amnesia to be with Jean.”
I hung up and blocked his number.
Ben stayed on the balcony for a long time. When he finally returned to the living room, his back was hunched.
He had faked amnesia because he thought he could have it both ways. Now he was stuck with Jean, with no way
back.
Jean knew he must have been talking to me. She rushed over, eager to hear what I had said.
“Well? Did Noelle agree not to sell the house?”
Ben was silent for a moment before saying quietly, “Go pack your things.”
Jean was furious, but with no other choice, she started packing.
Ben could see that she was upset, so he tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry. The apartment is only temporary. Once we’re married, we’ll buy a home of our own. We can’t keep moving from place to place once the baby comes.”
Jean’s expression softened. She clasped his hand and looked at him tenderly. “As long as our family is together, I don’t care where we live.”
Ben lit up and pulled her into his arms. “I must’ve been blind to fall for someone as petty and mean as Noelle. I promise I’ll never let you down.”
Jean stiffened. “You got your memory back? You-”
Ben squeezed her hand and looked at her earnestly. “My memory came back months ago. I didn’t want to lose you, so I kept it a secret.”
Jean looked guilty for a split second, but Ben was too caught up in the moment to notice.
The money from the house sale hit my account the next morning.
Ben and Jean ended up moving into the apartment he had rented for me.
After I paid lan his hefty commission, he called to thank me. “Noelle, if you ever need anything, give me a call. And if you ever decide to buy a home, come to me. I’ll waive my commission next time.”
I paused before saying, “I’ll be working overseas for the next few years, so I won’t be buying a house anytime soon. But I could use your help with something.”
As Jean’s belly grew, the two families met over dinner and agreed that Ben and Jean should get married as soon as possible.
“We’ll have to rush the wedding. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Ben asked.
Jean quickly shook her head, then asked cautiously, “What about buying a place? We can’t still be living in a rental when we get married. People would laugh at us.”
Ben hesitated. “My parents already have the down payment ready, but the renovations will take time. I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with this place a little longer.”
Jean finally gave him a genuine smile. “I told you, I don’t mind.”
Shortly before the wedding, Mom called to complain. “What were they thinking, sending an invitation here? Are they trying to upset me on purpose?”
The receptionist at my old office back home had already emailed me before Mom called. Someone had hired a courier to deliver a wedding invitation for me there.
They must have found out that I no longer worked there, because another invitation was later sent to Mom and Dad’s house.
“Either way, I’m not going. I’m not wasting money on a gift for those two,” Mom said.
I paused before replying quietly, “Actually, you might want to go. There could be quite a show that day.’
