When My Girlfriend Faked Her Death, I Married Her Rich Aunt

"Are you sick? Why did you touch my aunt? Everyone knows that my aunt loves my uncle the most. Would she want a second-hand product like you that even I don't want? Even if there is no mirror, she would pee and look at it. I hate rubbish like you who pretends to be thieves everywhere just to be jealous. I was really blind before and I actually fell in love with a man like you. It's really cheap!"

I covered my face and turned my head slowly. Maybe my eyes were too calm, Rachel suddenly turned her head away with guilt.

But Patrick refused to let me go, "Brother, Rachel is willing to let you be her lover even though she has lost her memory. It's fine if you are not grateful, but you actually want to harm her. You know that President Jones cares most about her husband and you dare to pretend to be Rachel's uncle. You are not just asking for bad luck for her. You are too selfish and vicious!"

Patrick was my stepmother's son. On the seventh day of my mother's death, even though we were still in the mourning hall, my father pressed my head to accept this brother who was one year younger than me.

He was like a lingering ghost, unable to tolerate all the beauty around me. He took away what could be taken away and destroyed what couldn’t be taken away.

Five years ago, Rachel would protect me with her slender body and scold Patrick coldly. Now, the person in front of me was still that person. But she stood in front of Patrick and threw out a stack of money with disdain on her face.

"You've done so much just for the money, pick it up."

The sharp paper scratched my forehead. A tiny drop of blood came out, I didn't wipe it off, but I saw a subtle nervousness in Rachel's eyes.

The next second, I bent down.

She was relieved and laughed mockingly, "Is that right? A licker should act like a licker..."

I picked up the watch thrown in the corner from a pile of red banknotes.

Rachel stared at me in disbelief and a sense of panic arose in her heart for no reason.

Before I was about to leave, she suddenly grabbed my hand, "Are you addicted to pretending? Isn't the money here enough to buy you a fake broken watch?"

I didn’t understand why she was so anxious, "Let me go."

She glared at me with gritted teeth, "You really won't cry until you see the coffin. Okay, Patrick and I will hold a wedding in a week. My aunt will return to China on that day. You can also come to watch the ceremony and let my aunt recognize you, the rubbish I threw away, how shameless you are."

When Patrick heard about getting married, he couldn't hide the joy on his face, "Brother, you are not afraid of being exposed and dare not come, right?"

I put the watch away carefully and replied indifferently, "Okay, I will go, I hope you don't regret it."

I walked out of the room and stopped at the door for a few minutes.

Rachel's best friend sighed, "Rachel, you didn't play too much, did you? Why do I think Mike is not right? He won't really get married, right?"

"How is it possible? He is just acting." Rachel's tone was full of certainty, "With his cheap look, it's not just my handshake."

Thinking of my too calm eyes when I left, she pursed her lips unnaturally, "I've had enough fun. After the wedding, I will recover my memory. Then I will complain and say I love him the most. I guarantee that he will lick me like a dog again."

"Otherwise, how can you say Rachel is smart? With one trick of amnesia, she has lived happily outside for five years and she can also make Mike wait for you for five years without regrets."

Patrick complained unwillingly, "Rachel, if you have recovered your memory, what should I do?"

Rachel pinched his abdominal muscles infatuatedly, "It's the same as before and it will be the same in the future. Besides, it's not as exciting as having an affair in public."

I listened quietly and my heart was cold.