I Bullied My Amnesiac Billionaire Boyfriend

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My boyfriend was a warehouse worker. The moment he got home, I forced him to go back out in the rain to buy me a 0-099 strawberry cake.

His voice was tired. I don't have enough money. Rent's due tomorrow. Can I just buy the strawberries for now?

I grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at him. Get out! You loser!

After I kicked him out, I sulked on the couch. Suddenly, floating comments popped up on the screen in front of me:

[This villainess is scolding a billionaire heir! He was framed and lost his memory, which is why he's a warehouse worker!]

[The real female lead will be here soon, and the male lead is about to regain his memory! Then he'll know what a liar this villainess is!]

[This drama queen is already pregnant. She'll use her pregnancy to throw tantrums, but she'll be taken care of right after giving birth, and the child will be abused!]

I touched my lower belly, completely stunned.

Just then, the door opened.

Johnson came back, soaked to the bone, holding a small piece of strawberry cake.

He looked at me nervously, carefully saying, "I unloaded another truckload of goods. I bought you the cake. Please don't kick me out again, okay?"

Johnson stood at the door, rain dripping down his pants, his eyes like a lost puppy.

Those words from the comments were still floating in front of me.

"Villainess," "billionaire heir," "liar," "pregnant," "taken care of," "child abused."

My legs felt a little weak.

Normally, I would have snatched the cake, cursed him a few more times for being a "good-for-nothing," then devoured it all and made him sleep on the couch.

But today, I didn't dare.

I took a deep breath, my voice a bit dry. "You... go change your wet clothes first."

Johnson clearly froze. He probably thought I'd keep yelling at him.

He nervously held out the strawberry cake. "I didn't mean not to comfort you earlier. I just wanted to unload more goods, earn enough money to buy you the cake..."

The man was drenched, his old clothes clinging to his strong chest and abs.

I looked at his hands, which were pale and wrinkled from the rain. A chill went down my spine.

For the past year, I had constantly yelled at and berated him, and he had never talked back.

"I said, go change your clothes first!"

I turned my face away, my voice tight.

Johnson lowered his eyes. "Okay, I'll go right away."

He put down the cake and fumbled for dry clothes.

While he was in the bathroom, I stared at the cake on the table, tears almost falling.

The comments said I was pregnant, then I'd be clingy and refusing to let go, and finally, the original female lead would get rid of me, and my child would be abused.

If I wasn't pregnant, it would be fine, but what if I really was...

[Is this villainess finally scared? Too late!]

[Honestly, it's too late for her to act nice now, the female lead is already on her way.]

[Poor male lead, he's been yelled at for so long.]

I bit my lip, forcing the tears back.

Johnson came out in dry clothes, saw me staring blankly at the cake, and cautiously said, "Want me to feed you?"

I grabbed the cake. "Come on, let's return it."

"Huh?" He was confused.

"It's too expensive. How many shifts would you have to work for this? Let's return it."

I pulled him and started walking out.

Johnson was dragged along, his face full of disbelief. "You... aren't you the one who wanted strawberry cake the most?"

"Not anymore." I didn't dare look at him.

After returning the cake, I took the 0-099 and stuffed it into his pocket. "For rent."

Johnson stood there. The rain had slowed to a drizzle. He just looked at me, his eyes holding an indescribable light, a mix of surprise and heartache.

"Simmons, are you... on your period?" he asked tentatively.

"No!" I almost cursed again, but bit it back. "Let's go home."

Our rental apartment only had one bed.

That night, I curled up on the very edge, my back to him.

Johnson got into bed after his shower. After a long silence, he suddenly said in a low voice, "I'm really tired today... can we not try anything fancy?"

My body stiffened.

"Try anything fancy" was his euphemism.

Normally, if I was in a good mood, I'd make him work hard in bed. He never refused, even if he'd worked his butt off all day and his back was aching.

But now, the comments said I was pregnant.

I instinctively covered my lower belly, my mind a mess.

"Uh... let's just sleep." My voice was muffled.

It was quiet for a few seconds behind me. Johnson softly said, "Oh," his tone tinged with disappointment and confusion.

[Why is the male lead disappointed? We don't approve!]

[The male lead is only being good to the villainess because he was tricked. Once he regains his memory, he'll know she lied to him.]

[Female lead, Moore, hurry up!]

I buried my face in the pillow.

I barely slept a wink all night.

Johnson, on the other hand, was asleep, his breathing even, one arm still draped over my waist.

Even though I'd rejected him, he still habitually protected me.

As soon as dawn broke, he quietly got up.

I pretended to be asleep, peeking at him through narrowed eyes.

He tiptoed to the kitchen, cooked oatmeal, fried eggs and bacon.

Johnson then quickly ate his portion, leaving mine warming in the pot.

He walked to the door, then turned back, kissing my forehead very lightly.

After the door closed, I waited a few minutes, then immediately got up.

Ignoring breakfast, I put on a mask and went to the pharmacy to buy two different brands of pregnancy tests.

Back home, I rushed into the bathroom, my hands shaking so much I almost couldn't open the packaging.

Those few minutes of waiting were the longest minutes of my life.

Two lines. Both tests showed two lines.

I sat on the toilet, my legs too weak to stand.

I really was pregnant.

Everything the comments said was true.

[Told you, pregnancy confirmed!]

[Female lead, Moore, is almost here!]

[The villainess's good days are over. Once the male lead regains his memory, she'll be the first one he kicks out, for lying to him for so long.]

I suddenly remembered the first time I met Johnson.

He was in an accident at a construction site and was sent to the hospital, the back of his head covered in blood.

But that face, that demeanoryou could tell he wasn't an ordinary person.

I was possessed, and when he woke up, I told him, "I covered your fifty thousand dollars in medical bills. I'm your lifesaver."

I thought he'd be eternally grateful and give me hundreds of thousands, or even millions, as a reward.

Instead, he honestly said, "Thank you, but I'm just a construction worker... I'll work hard to pay you back."

I was stunned then.

But his face was so handsome, and he was so compliant with me. Before I knew it, we were together.

Later, I quit my nurse job and let him support me.

I hated that he was poor, so I cursed him every day, made him do this and that, and constantly told him to "get out."

He never said a single "no."

Thinking back now, how could he be so good to me when I treated him so terribly?

I covered my face, unable to even cry aloud.

[Now you know how to cry? What were you doing before?]

[The villainess is also pitiful, vanity is fun for a while, but the crematorium is unavoidable.]

I came out of the bathroom, washed my face, and looked at my swollen eyes in the mirror.

No, I couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

The comments said I'd "use my pregnancy to throw tantrums, be clingy and refuse to let go." So I wouldn't throw tantrums, and I wouldn't be clingy.

I had to find a way to survive, and save my child.

But... would Johnson still be good to me, who had lied to him, after he regained his memory?

I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, suddenly remembering the things I used to yell at him.

"You're a loser," "I must have been blind to get with you," "You'll never be able to afford a house in your life."

He just remained silent then, and worked even harder, doing construction and running food deliveries.

I clutched my chest; it ached terribly.

In the afternoon, I forced myself to go grocery shopping, wanting to learn how to cook.

Before, Johnson always cooked when he came back. I never even stepped into the kitchen.

After two hours of struggling, I made a plate of completely burnt pork chops.

In the end, I ate two slices of bread for dinner.

When Johnson came home that evening, he saw the tidied apartment, then the bread and two plates of "dark cuisine" on the table. He froze.

"You... made these?" His voice was tight.

I lowered my head. "Yeah, try some."

He picked up a fork, ate a bite of the black pork chop, and swallowed it without changing his expression. "It's delicious."

My nose stung, and I almost cried.

He put down his utensils, frowning as he looked at my hands. "Don't do this anymore. I'll cook when I get back."

I shook my head hard. "You can't do everything... you're already so tired from work."

Johnson was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed my hand. "What's wrong with you?"

[Male lead, don't touch her!]

[This villainess suddenly got smart, is she faking it now?]

[Even if she does this, it won't change the fact that she lied to the male lead. He'll definitely settle scores with her when he regains his memory!]

I was startled and pulled my hand back. "N-nothing's wrong."

He looked at me, his eyes holding tenderness, confusion, and an emotion I couldn't quite place.

I was restless, terrified he'd see through me.

Over the next few days, I was like a different person.

Instead of sleeping until noon, I woke up early to have breakfast with Johnson.

After he left, I did the laundry, even though I ruined one of his work uniforms. I also tried to learn how to cook, though the results were still pretty terrible.

Every time Johnson came back, he'd silently take over the chores from me, pushing me onto the couch.

"Rest, I'll do it."

[Why is she faking being so virtuous? Why didn't she think about being good to him when she used to yell at and hit him?]

[LOL, even begging won't work, female lead Moore has already arrived.]

[The villainess's fate in the later stages will be miserable, just wait and see.]

Every time I saw these comments, my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

But the better I treated him, the higher my chances of survival later.

Even if he regained his memory and didn't want me, at least he'd remember these few days of me being good, right?

Johnson also started acting strangely recently.

He kept getting calls from unknown numbers in the evenings. Each time, he'd go out to the balcony or outside the door to answer, his voice very low.

He'd come back looking serious. When I asked who it was, he'd say "the foreman from the warehouse."

I didn't believe it.

The comments said Moore had found him.

One night, he went to the balcony again to take a call. I quietly followed, and through the crack in the door, I heard him say, "...I don't remember anything from before. I have a girlfriend now. Please don't come looking for me anymore."

Then he hung up and stood on the balcony for a long time.

I retreated back to bed, my heart pounding.

[The male lead is so devoted, so loyal even with amnesia.]

[He'll still choose Moore after regaining his memory. They're from compatible backgrounds, you know.]

[The villainess doesn't deserve the male lead's true feelings. Why didn't she think about today when she was yelling at and hitting him?]

After we lay down that night, Johnson turned over to face me.

"Simmons," he called me.

"Hmm?"

"I'm not too tired today. What kind of fancy stuff do you want to try? I'm open to anything."

I opened my mouth, unable to speak.

Finally, I managed to blurt out, "I don't want to."

He reached out and touched my face. "Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll change it."

I took a deep breath, wanting to throw caution to the wind. "Johnson, I'm actually preg"

Before I could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowing. He hesitated for a moment, then answered. "Hello?"

I don't know what the other side said, but his expression changed from confusion to shock, and finally to a seriousness I'd never seen before.

"I understand."

He hung up and immediately sat up to get dressed.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Something urgent came up. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me."

He quickly kissed my forehead, put on his shoes, and left.

The moment the door closed, comments floated across my vision:

[Moore has arrived with a neurosurgeon. They're helping the male lead regain his memory tonight.]

[The villainess's good days end here.]

[By this time tomorrow, Johnson will be a billionaire heir, with no connection to this rental apartment.]

I sat alone in the darkness, feeling cold all over.

Johnson didn't come home all night.

At ten in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

I thought Johnson was back and rushed to open it.

Standing outside the door was a woman, dressed in a designer outfit, carrying a Herms bag, her makeup flawless, down to every strand of hair.

She stood at the entrance of our rental apartment, completely out of place amidst the shabby surroundings, like a valuable rose stuck in a pile of trash.

She sized me up, her eyes filled with unconcealed disdain.

"You're Simmons?"

[She's here, she's here! The original female lead, Moore!]

[That aura, the villainess is completely outclassed.]

[It's over, it's over, the villainess is done for.]

Before I could speak, she walked straight into the apartment, glanced at the cramped living room, and pursed her lips slightly.

"My name is Moore, Johnson's fiance."

She turned to look at me, her tone flat.

"He had amnesia, which is why he was with you. Now he's regaining his memory, and it's time for him to come home."

I gripped the doorknob tightly. "What's your proof?"

She took out her phone and showed me a photo of Johnson with an old man, with a luxurious villa in the background.

Johnson in the photo wore a custom suit, his demeanor completely different from nowdistinguished, cold, like another person.

"This is a photo of him with his grandfather, Stuart."

Moore put away her phone.

"His true identity is the only son of the Alston family in New York, the sole heir to the Alston Group. Do you, a nurse, really think you're good enough for him?"

Every word was like a needle pricking my heart.

Because this relationship, from the very beginning, was something I'd tricked him into with lies.

But hearing her say it to my face still made me so miserable I wanted to cry.

"He... regained his memory?" My voice trembled.

"Yes." Moore sneered. "Last night's treatment went very smoothly. He'll remember everything. Do you think he'd still want you after remembering who he is?"

I bit my lip, saying nothing.

Moore looked around the room again, scoffing, "You let him live in a place like this? And let him work hard to support you?"

"Miss Simmons, not only are you not worthy of him, but you also made him suffer so much. If you had any conscience, you'd disappear on your own."

She offered me a plane ticket. "This afternoon's flight. Go wherever you want, just don't come back."

I didn't take it.

Moore placed the ticket on the table. "Miss Simmons, you've taken care of Johnson for half a year. The Alston family thanks you. But some dreams should end."

She leaned closer, lowering her voice.

"Don't harbor any false hope. After he regains his memory, the first thing he'll investigate is that lie about the fifty thousand dollars. You know what you did."

My whole body stiffened.

"Just leave. I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars, enough for you to live on for a while."

I picked up my phone and called Johnson. No answer.

I called again. Still no answer.

I called seven or eight times, all unanswered.

[The male lead regained his memory, he doesn't want to answer her calls.]

[He's about to be in an arranged marriage, why would he care about her? The villainess brought this on herself.]

[Honestly, five hundred thousand dollars isn't bad. Take it and leave. It's a better outcome than in the original story.]

My last bit of fantasy shattered.

I suddenly laughed, looking at Moore. "Do you think five hundred thousand dollars is enough to get rid of me?"

"How much do you want?" Moore narrowed her eyes.

My mind raced.

Even if I had to leave, I needed to save enough money for the child.

"Fifty million," I said.

"Are you insane?"

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

I turned, making a move to close the door.

"I've been with Johnson for so long, I don't believe he'd be so cruel as to abandon me. I'll just cling to him and never let go, what can you do about it?"

Moore's face was ashen, veins bulging on the hand gripping her bag strap.

After a long silence, she gritted her teeth. "Thirty million. That's the most."

"Deal."

I answered quickly, though my heart was trembling. I'd never seen so much money.

After the transfer was complete, Moore said coldly, "The plane is at three this afternoon. If you try to pull anything, I guarantee your life will be miserable."

She left.

I stared at my phone screen. Johnson's calls still weren't going through, and tears splashed onto it.

He must hate me now that he'd regained his memory.

I sniffled, wiped away my tears, and started packing my luggage.

I blocked all of Johnson's contact information, then dragged my suitcase out of the rental apartment.

As I passed the fruit store downstairs, the owner called out, "Simmons, your boyfriend ordered a strawberry cake yesterday, said he'd pick it up today. Want to take it?"

I paused, then shook my head. "No, you can return it."

On the way to the airport in the taxi, I cried the whole time.

The driver glanced at me several times in the rearview mirror, wanting to say something but holding back.

At the airport, I checked in.

I wiped my face and dragged my suitcase towards security.

Just as I handed over my boarding pass and was about to go through the gate, the airport announcement suddenly blared:

"Attention all passengers, all flights are temporarily grounded. Now broadcasting a search"