Betrayed by My Bestie, Saved by the Comments

The man suddenly loosened his grip around my neck.

I gasped for breath as I collapsed against the seat and sputtered, "I truly have no idea who you are. I've also never been married. You've got the wrong person—"

Pain lanced through my stomach before I could finish my sentence. I looked down and noticed that my skirt was suddenly stained with blood.

A wave of embarrassment crashed over me. I hastily used my hands to cover up the stain, wishing that I could find a hole to crawl into.

"Oh wow! Her period started at the perfect time. She has such amazing luck! His heart will probably soften because of that."

"I bet he won't be able to do anything to her for now. Maybe he'll even start rubbing her stomach for her!"

I felt completely hopeless as I powered through the pain. The man had just been snarling at me a few seconds ago. There was no way that he would care about my well-being.

He didn't say a word as he glanced at my flushed face and my hands that were gripping the hem of my skirt. Instead, he started the van and drove it out of the parking lot.

Comments immediately began to fly across my vision.

"Is he really going to buy hot chocolate for her? His thoughtfulness is going to seem so sudden!"

"He's taking such good care of her, even though she played with his feelings. She really lucked out by deceiving him of all people."

"He's the ultimate combination of being a hopeless romantic and a simp for her. There's no saving him now. I'm actually getting mad just watching him!"

The van slowed to a stop in front of a cafe.

The man got out, and it didn't take long for him to return with a cup of chocolate that he shoved into my hand.

A flurry of complicated emotions raged within me as I remained rooted to my seat.

The man drove to a convenience store before I could gather my thoughts. He was holding a pack of sanitary pads as he pulled open the door and dragged me out of the van.

"I'll walk you to the restroom."

"I can go by myself," I replied in a rush, unused to being so intimate with him.

However, the man didn't loosen his grip on me and insisted on walking me to the restroom. He even removed his coat and tied it around my waist to hide the stain on my skirt.

Although his movements were clumsy, I could sense the thoughtfulness in his actions.

"Oh my God, he's spoiling her rotten. What kind of spell did that gold-digger cast on him to mesmerize him so thoroughly?"

"Isn't this supposed to be an abduction? Why is he suddenly fussing over her because she got her period? He totally forgot what he was doing, didn't he?"

My heart was in total disarray when I exited the bathroom and got back into the van, cradling the cup of hot chocolate between my hands.

However, I was certain of my own character. Even if I were suffering from amnesia, I was confident that I wouldn't toy with someone's feelings.

But I was even more certain that I hadn't lost my memory, which made the current predicament I was in even more strange.

Could it be that I had a doppelganger who married this man? But why would they try to drag my name through the mud?

I closed my eyes and mulled over my thoughts. My eyes flew open in the next second when I suddenly understood what was going on.