My Fiancé Claimed I Loved His Brother, I Called Him "Husband"

After the car accident, I pretended to have amnesia just to mess with my boyfriend, Gareth Merrick. I told him I'd fallen for him at first sight. Instead of seeing the delighted reaction I'd expected, I heard him say, "You already have a boyfriend. His name is Brennan Whitaker. You've had a crush on him since you were little. You confessed to him last week and he said yes. Now you two are a couple. I'm actually the person you hate most." I froze. Forcing down the pain, I didn't call him right away. I simply watched him leave. Outside the door, my best friend, Rhea Dempsey, asked in shock, "Are you sure this is a good idea? Everyone knows Brennan can't stand Nadine. If she actually believes you and goes looking for him, she's finished. That's the Whitaker heir we're talking about." Gareth replied, "She's so damn annoying. Besides, I only accepted her confession last week because you told me to. You're the one I like." When I heard that, I called Brennan with a blank expression. "Hubby, come pick me up. I'm sick." No one knew that Brennan had given me three love letters over the years, and I'd rejected him mercilessly every time. ***** The private room went dead silent. Brennan raised a hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He crushed the lit cigarette in his palm. The pain cleared his head. "Nadine Carlisle, have you lost your mind?" I answered as if I had every right in the world, "Hubby, what's wrong with you? How dare you insult me! Do you have a death wish?" Brennan looked thoroughly irritated. "Send me the address. Stay there." After hanging up, I leaned back against the hospital bed, perfectly calm. If this was what Gareth wanted me to do, then I'd grant his wish. From now on, I'd truly hate him and be with Brennan. Gareth walked in carrying chicken soup, impatience all over his face. "Rhea made this herself. Eat up. Don't waste all the effort she put in." The next second, the door opened. Brennan walked in and saw Gareth about to feed me the soup. Something strange flickered across his face. 'She's messing with me again.' To think he'd showered and changed clothes before coming over. Gareth was startled. Why had this lunatic suddenly shown up? 'Did Nadine call him here?' Along with his guilty conscience came a sour sense of frustration. Whatever happened, while Nadine had amnesia, he wanted to fulfill his own wish and finally be with Rhea properly. Besides, there was no way Brennan could like Nadine. Reassured by that thought, Gareth set down the soup and told Brennan, "You two talk. I'm heading out." Only Brennan and I were left in the room. His gaze swept over me by instinct. Once he saw I wasn't seriously hurt, he finally spoke, "Nadine Carlisle, what game are you playing now? Are you trying to prove how much you and Gareth love each other?" I kept my tone light. "Hubby, what are you talking about? You're my boyfriend." It felt as if fireworks had exploded in Brennan's head. He stood there at a loss, while the joy in his heart was almost visible on his face. "Yes. We're a couple." At that moment, he would have swallowed poison if I handed it to him. Brennan came over and held the spoon of soup to my lips. His fingers wouldn't stop trembling. I noticed, but I didn't call him out on it. After he awkwardly fed me the whole bowl, Brennan secretly went to see my attending doctor. Only then did he learn that I'd lost my memory. He also learned that Gareth had told me I was in love with him. Brennan clenched both fists. If Gareth was going to hand him an opportunity like this, then no one could blame him for taking it. That evening, Brennan handled my discharge paperwork. The accident had left me with only a few minor scrapes. "Na... Nadine, why don't you stay at my place?" By the time he finished, the tips of his ears were bright red. I fought back a smile. "Okay." When we reached Brennan's place, I sat on the couch and scrolled through social media while he bustled around, tidying things up. Rhea had posted three times in a row. The first post showed a designer handbag. The second showed 999 roses. The third was a melancholy little caption. I'd gladly steal a few days with you as husband and wife—even if it were only a second, I'd give it willingly. The attached photo showed her holding hands with Gareth. I knew Gareth's hands far too well. One glance was enough.