My Ex Faked Amnesia to Cheat, So I Sold His $100 Million Fortune!

After waking up from the car crash, Julian, my boyfriend of seven years, had amnesia. He remembered everyone. Except me. Right in front of my face, he held Scarlett, the newly hired intern, tightly in his arms. His eyes were filled with hostility: "I don't know you. Please don't scare Scarlett." My friends kept telling me to let it go, saying he was just sick. I thought so too. Until that day, I came home early. Through the cracked door of our apartment, I heard him comforting Scarlett: "Don't worry. The doctor said selective amnesia is almost impossible to disprove." "As long as I don't 'recover' my memory, my mother can't force me to marry Chloe. We can finally be together out in the open." Standing outside the door, listening to them plan their future, I didn't even have the energy to push the door open. I didn't call him out on his pathetic acting. Instead, I quietly called my lawyer. I wanted to cash out and transfer every single share of his startups that was registered under my name. Since he chose to forget me, I would help him make it permanent. Along with the entire net worth he was so proud of. 1 "Chloe... what are you doing here?" The moment the door opened from the inside, Julian’s relaxed expression instantly switched to a cold, distant mask. He was getting really good at this. His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He took half a step back, instinctively shielding Scarlett behind him. A textbook amnesia reaction. It was so perfect I almost wanted to applaud. "My name is Chloe," I said, my voice as flat as if I were introducing myself to a stranger. "Your girlfriend. For seven years." "I’m sorry, but I really... don't remember you." His gaze drifted over my shoulder, his voice dropping into a perfectly rehearsed tone of apology. "Scarlett, don't be scared." Scarlett peeked out from behind his back, her fingers gently tugging at his shirt. "Julian, she won't do anything to me, right?" Her voice was dripping with sweet innocence, but her eyes were crystal clear, without a single trace of actual fear. At this moment, I finally understood what great chemistry looked like. One actor, one enabler. If I didn't know the truth, I probably would have believed I was some psycho stalker harassing a poor trauma patient. "I just came back to grab some things," I said, walking past him without a hint of emotion. "I'll leave as soon as I'm done." Julian’s hand suddenly gripped the doorframe. "Is this... my apartment?" He looked around the place in confusion, pretending he was seeing the luxury condo we had shared for the past two years for the very first time. I didn't reply and walked straight to the home office. Scarlett followed closely behind Julian, her voice soft and timid. "Julian, maybe I should leave first. I don't want to cause any trouble between you two..." "Stay." His voice was firm and protective. He wrapped an arm around Scarlett's shoulder and glared at me. "Please leave as soon as you get your stuff. Scarlett gets anxious easily." I pulled open the desk drawer and gathered the documents I needed. The deed to this condo and the equity papers for his three startups all had one name written clearly under the owner's section—Chloe. Back when he started the companies, he registered everything under my name to avoid previous tax liabilities and to show his "absolute devotion." He thought it was a grand gesture of trust. Now, it just looked like a shortcut to his own ruin. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from Liam, my attorney. [Chloe, the 38% stake you hold in Aura Tech is currently valued at around $6.7 million. Do you want me to initiate the transfer protocol tomorrow?] I flipped my phone face down on the desk, not replying immediately. The office door pushed open. Scarlett stood there, holding a glass of water. "Chloe," she tilted her head, a curious, mocking smile playing on her lips. "Were you and Julian really together for seven years?" "Yes." "But Julian said he feels absolutely nothing when he looks at you." She placed the glass on the desk, her manicured finger tracing the rim. "He said if he really loved you once, it would be impossible to forget everything. Don't you think?" "So, he figures your past relationship... probably wasn't that deep anyway." Every word was wrapped in cotton, but they were meant to draw blood. I closed my folder and looked up at her. "His exact words?" Scarlett didn't say yes or no. She just smiled. "Chloe, if he never remembers you, will you finally let him go?" "Yes." I answered so fast that Scarlett’s smile froze for a second. She had probably prepared a whole speech to guilt-trip me, but she didn't expect me to be this easy. "Oh... that's good then." She backed up to the door, her voice returning to that soft, whiny pitch. "Julian will be so relieved." I grabbed my folder and walked out of the office. Julian was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Seeing me walk out, he tilted his chin up. "Done?" "Done." "In the future... please don't come back if you can avoid it," he said with polite, distant hostility. "I don't want Scarlett to feel uncomfortable." I bent down at the foyer to put on my shoes. "Julian." "Yeah?" "All those startup investments under your name—they are legally mine. You do know that, right?" His body stiffened for a fraction of a second. His pupils dilated slightly. But he quickly recovered, putting back on his confused amnesia face. "What investments? I don't really remember..." "It's fine." I opened the door and walked out. The hallway lights flickered on one by one as I walked toward the elevator. I pulled out my phone and replied to Liam. [Tomorrow is too slow. Start tonight.] Three seconds later, he replied. [Chloe, $6.7 million is a massive amount of equity. Are you absolutely sure you don't want to think it over?] I stood in front of the mirrored elevator doors, looking at my reflection. My eyes weren't red, and my hands weren't shaking. I looked completely fine. [I've been thinking about it for seven years, Liam. That's long enough.] 2 "Chloe, does Julian really not remember anything?" Helen’s voice came through the line, heavy with anxiety. Helen was Julian’s mother, and she had been the one pushing hardest for us to get married. "The doctor said it's selective amnesia. It might take some time," I repeated the script. Every word felt like ash in my mouth. "Then you need to spend more time with him, honey. Seven years of love doesn't just vanish..." Helen sighed. "His father is already contacting the best neurologists in New York. Don't worry." "Thank you, Helen." I didn't have the heart to tell her that her son's brain was perfectly fine. It was so fine that he could play the sick patient to his family, play the passionate lover to Scarlett, and play a cold stranger to me. After hanging up, Liam sent over the first batch of documents. The 38% stake in Aura Tech had already been routed through a private offshore holding company. The transaction was expected to clear within three days. Three days. The fortune Julian had spent three years building would evaporate in three days. The next morning, Paige invited me out for coffee. She was my college roommate and the only one who knew the whole truth. "You're telling me he's faking it?" Paige stopped her coffee cup halfway to her mouth, staring at me in disbelief. "I heard him with my own eyes. He was teaching Scarlett how to play along." "Shut up!" Paige slammed her cup down, cursing under her breath. "I knew that guy was trash! Seven years, Chloe. You gave him the best years of your life, and he threw it away for an intern." "Which is why I'm taking my payment back." Paige must have read something in my eyes. "What are you planning to do?" "Every single one of his investments is under my name—Aura Tech, Apex Data, Nova Media. Combined, they are worth at least ten million dollars." Paige gasped. "Are you crazy? What if he finds out?" "So what if he does? The assets are legally mine. Selling my own property isn't a crime." I stirred my coffee without drinking it. "Besides, he has amnesia, remember? He doesn't even know who I am. How could he remember his investments?" Paige stared at me for a few seconds, then a slow grin spread across her face. "Chloe, you are ruthless. I love it." "I learned from the best." Just then, the coffee shop door chimed. Julian walked in, holding hands with Scarlett. Scarlett was wearing a floral sundress, leaning against his shoulder as if she wanted the whole world to know she was the chosen one. Paige’s face instantly darkened. Julian noticed me too. He paused for a second, then naturally guided Scarlett toward a table in the far corner to avoid us. But Scarlett had other plans. She let go of Julian’s hand and walked straight to our table. She leaned in, her voice just loud enough for the neighboring tables to hear. "Chloe, I forgot to tell you yesterday—Julian asked me to move in with him." "He said the apartment is too big and lonely for just one person." Paige clenched her fists. I gently placed my hand over hers to calm her down. "Sure, go ahead," I took a slow sip of my coffee. "The AC filter needs changing, by the way, and the kitchen sink clogs every three days. It's perfect timing for you to take over." Scarlett’s smirk faltered. She didn't expect me to be so calm. No tears, no screaming, no confrontation. "Are you... not even mad?" "Why would I be? He has brain damage and needs a nurse. Since you're volunteering for free labor, I should be thanking you." A flash of anger crossed Scarlett’s eyes. She didn't want my composure; she wanted my breakdown. Only if I lost my mind could she play the victim card and show everyone how "understanding" she was. "Scarlett, let's go." Julian called out from the corner, his voice laced with impatience. Scarlett gave me a tight, fake smile and turned away. Paige finally let go of her fists, her nails leaving deep crescents in her palms. "Chloe, let me go over there and slap her." "Don't waste your energy." I unlocked my phone. Liam had just sent a new message. [Chloe, we have a slight problem with Apex Data. Julian’s partner, Gavin, noticed the pending equity transfer notice. He has already called Julian three times.] Gavin. Julian’s childhood friend and the co-founder of Apex Data. He was ten times smarter than Julian. If he smelled a rat, my entire plan would go up in flames. "Paige, I need a favor." "Name it." "Is Gavin still trying to secure that clean energy project? Help me set up a meeting between him and the reps at Vanguard Group. Tomorrow. Any excuse will do." Paige looked at me, her eyes gleaming. "A distraction?" "Gavin cares about the equity transfer because he's worried about the company's future. Let's give him something much bigger to worry about." I grabbed my bag and stood up. Paige called out behind me. "Chloe, what happens after you take everything? What's the end game?" "I’m going to strip away everything he prides himself on, piece by piece." 3 "Chloe, did you touch my files?" Julian’s voice over the phone was sharp and demanding. He didn't even bother with a greeting. I could feel his anxiety radiating through the speaker. "What files?" "The equity agreements in my office drawer. A few of them are missing." He was trying to sound casual, but the interrogation tone was glaring. I propped the phone between my shoulder and ear while flipping through the final clearance documents Liam had just emailed me. Aura Tech’s 38% was officially sold. The funds were locked in my account. "I thought you had amnesia, Julian. How did you know those files were in your office drawer?" The line went dead silent for three seconds. "...Scarlett found them while she was helping me clean up." A quick cover-up. His voice immediately shifted back to that confused, distant tone. "Even though I don't remember what they are, they seem important. Right?" "Very important. Which is why I kept them safe for you." "You—" "Don't worry, I won't lose them. After all, you're the one with memory loss, not me." The sarcasm was heavy. Before he could snap, I heard Scarlett whispering something in the background, and Julian abruptly hung up. Liam's end went smoother than expected. Gavin was completely consumed by the Vanguard Group proposal. He spent two straight days in meetings, leaving him no time to dig into the Apex Data share transfer. But trouble came from another direction. At 3:00 PM, my HR director called me. "Chloe, can you step into the conference room?" When I pushed the door open, both the department VP and the company’s legal counsel were sitting there. On the table lay a formal complaint. Complainant: Scarlett. Charge: Workplace Harassment and Stalking. "Chloe, Scarlett is a new intern at our firm. She claims you have repeatedly threatened her in the office and have been stalking her commute." The VP adjusted his glasses. "Given your personal history with her partner, the company believes it's best if you cooperate with an internal investigation." I looked at the complaint. It had three screenshots of text messages attached. They were completely photoshopped. Scarlett had taken what I said at the coffee shop, cropped it, and combined it with fake Snapchat messages to create a narrative of me threatening her life. "These screenshots are fake." "We will investigate that. But until we reach a conclusion, we suggest you take a temporary suspension with pay," the VP said, his tone polite but firm. "This is for your own good, and for Scarlett's safety." For Scarlett's safety. She moved into my apartment, took my boyfriend, wore the floral dress I bought, and now she was kicking me out of the company. The company—Nova Media—where I legally owned 35% of the shares. I didn't make a scene. "Fine. I will cooperate." As I walked out of the conference room, Scarlett happened to walk by, holding a Starbucks cup. The moment she saw me, she gasped dramatically, taking a step back and almost spilling her drink. "Chloe, please... you're not going to threaten me again, are you?" Her voice was just loud enough to carry down the hall. Several colleagues stopped and stared. Their eyes were filled with pity, curiosity, and judgment—and none of it was directed at Scarlett. "Scarlett," I stopped and looked at her. "Do you know who the largest individual shareholder of Nova Media is?" She blinked, playing innocent. "It's Julian, right? He told me he owns this place." "Wrong." I walked up to her, close enough to smell the perfume she was wearing—the exact bottle I had left in my bathroom. "It's me." Scarlett’s smug grin faltered, turning into a look of sheer panic. I didn't give her time to process. I turned around and walked out. Paige's call came in as I reached the lobby. "Chloe, we have a problem. Julian just posted a public statement on his Instagram. He claims a 'stalker ex' is harassing his new girlfriend and warning local businesses not to associate with you." "How long has it been up?" "Thirty minutes. It already has over a hundred comments. Everyone in our social circle has seen it." The elevator dinged. Two of my coworkers were inside, but they shut their mouths the second they saw me. I stepped in and pressed the lobby button. "Paige, can we transfer my 35% stake in Nova Media today?" "Today?! That's his flagship company... Are you sure?" The doors closed, and the mirrored walls reflected my face. Maybe it was the harsh fluorescent lighting, but my eyes looked slightly watery. "He already told the world I'm not his girlfriend. So why should I keep protecting his assets?" 4 "Chloe, please, just take your mom's call." When Paige handed me the phone, her face looked worse than mine. I looked at the screen. It wasn't my mom. It was Helen. I hesitated for a second, then answered. "Chloe, sweetie... is Julian really doing this?" Helen’s voice sounded incredibly tired, older than I had ever heard her. "I just saw his Instagram post. I was furious! Please don't listen to him. You are his girlfriend, and nothing changes that—" "Helen," I interrupted her gently. "Scarlett has already moved into our apartment." There was a long silence on the other end. "What?" "He said I'm not his girlfriend, and he's right. I'm not anymore." "Chloe, listen to me, I will talk to him—" "I have to go, Helen." I hung up. It wasn't that I didn't respect Helen. It was just that I knew exactly how this would play out. If Helen confronted him, Julian would just put on a more dramatic show of his "brain injury," and Scarlett would cry about how she was "just taking care of him." In the end, I would still be the villain trying to tear them apart. Liam came over that afternoon with a stack of papers for me to sign. It was the equity transfer agreement for Nova Media. The buyer was Summit Capital. "Chloe, with Aura Tech and Nova Media combined, we've liquidated about $7 million of Julian's portfolio." Liam closed his folder and looked at me. "Only Apex Data is left. That's the big one—worth about $4 million. But..." "But what?" "Apex Data has a strict board-approval clause for major equity transfers. Gavin is on the board. He will never let this slip through." Gavin was the hurdle. And now that his meetings with Vanguard Group were wrapping up, he would definitely notice the anomaly soon. "Is there any way around it?" "Yes, but it takes time. Or... we need Julian's personal signature authorizing an express transfer." Getting a guy who was faking amnesia to sign over his own fortune. "I'll handle it." I took the files back to the guest room Paige had set up for me. After a shower, I unlocked my phone to find a barrage of messages from our mutual friends. [Chloe, Julian says you won't stop calling him. Is that true? Scarlett seems like a sweet girl, don't do this to her.] [Hey Chloe, I saw Scarlett crying in the office today. Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?] [Chloe, get a grip. You're just pushing him further away.] I read them all, didn't reply, and deleted every single one. At 2:00 AM, my phone rang from an unknown number. I was going to ignore it, but the caller dialed four times in a row. "Hello?" "Chloe, it's Scarlett." Her voice was incredibly clear in the quiet of the night, filled with smug satisfaction. "Calling me this late? What do you want?" "I just thought you should know something." Scarlett paused, letting the silence hang. "I'm pregnant." "It's Julian's." My fingers tightened around the phone. The hallway was pitch black, and the only sound was my own breathing. "He said once the baby is born, he'll cut all ties with you legally," Scarlett whispered. "So, Chloe, stop wasting your time." "All your little legal stunts? Julian is going to find out sooner or later." That last sentence made my heart skip a beat. Stunts? Did she know something, or was she just bluffing? "Scarlett," I gripped my phone, my voice incredibly steady. "Congratulations." "What?" "Congratulations on getting pregnant by a man who has to fake brain damage just to get out of a relationship." I hung up, my eyes burning. Paige opened her bedroom door, probably woken up by the noise. "Who was that?" "Scarlett. She says she's pregnant." Paige froze, then sat down next to me on the bed. "Is she serious?" "I don't know. But real or fake, my time is running out." My phone buzzed again. It was a text from Liam. [Chloe, Gavin is back in the Apex Data office. He just scheduled a meeting with Julian for tomorrow afternoon. He said it's urgent.] Paige leaned over to look at the screen, her face turning pale. "If they meet, your plan..." "Which is why before tomorrow morning, I need Julian to open that door for me himself." "How?" I closed my eyes. "Simple. I'll make him think that signing those papers is the only way to protect Scarlett." 5 "Julian, Chloe is here. She says she needs you to sign something urgently." Scarlett's voice echoed from inside the apartment, sweet but laced with hidden venom. When Julian opened the door, he was wearing lounge pants, his hair still damp from the shower. His brow was furrowed, already wearing his trademark "Who are you?" expression. I didn't give him a chance to act. "Helen sent me," I said, thrusting the papers into his hands. "There's an issue with your Apex Data brokerage account. Aura Tech's recent buyout triggered a system audit, and they need the primary shareholder's signature to verify the accounts." I pointed directly to the signature line at the bottom. "If you don't sign, your personal accounts will be frozen by tomorrow morning. None of your cards will work." I had to make him believe he was signing to protect his funds, not giving them away. Julian took the document and scanned it. He read quickly, but Liam had drafted the paperwork brilliantly. The transfer clause was buried deep in Exhibit C, surrounded by dense, exhausting legal jargon. No normal person would read it word-for-word, especially not a guy trying to pretend he had a traumatic brain injury. "I don't really understand this," Julian muttered, staying in character. "Can you explain it?" "It's just a standard verification form. Your mother is frantic. She said if you don't sign it now, she's driving over here tonight." Mentioning Helen was the ultimate trigger. Julian’s face changed. Scarlett was currently living in the apartment. If Helen showed up with security, things would get very ugly. He hesitated for less than ten seconds. Scarlett poked her head out from behind him. "Julian, just sign it. We don't want your mom making a scene tonight." How helpful of her. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper was incredibly quiet, but to me, it sounded like a heavy chain snapping. "Done. Now leave," Julian handed the papers back and began to shut the door. "Julian." "What?" "Thank you." I slipped the documents into my bag, walked straight into the elevator, and dialed Liam's number. "I got the signature." "On it, Chloe. I'm filing the transfer immediately. The $4 million from Apex Data will clear within forty-eight hours." "Which means... including the previous sales, the entire $11 million fortune Julian registered under your name will be completely transferred out in two days." Eleven million dollars. He had put that money under my name because he thought I would always be there. Or rather, he believed I would never have the guts to touch it. "Liam, once the transfer is complete, I need a physical statement." "What kind of statement?" "A complete ledger of all transactions, bank transfers, and dates. Print three copies. One for me, one for your records, and mail the last one directly to Julian’s office front desk." Those forty-eight hours passed agonizingly slowly. On the first day, Julian posted a photo on Instagram. It was Scarlett curled up on his couch watching a movie, captioned: *Peaceful nights with my favorite person.* The comments were flooded with heart emojis. No one tagged me. On the second afternoon, my phone rang. It was Gavin. "Chloe, what the hell is going on? Why is 35% of Apex Data's equity being transferred to an offshore account?" His voice was freezing, completely stripped of his usual friendly tone. "Julian signed the authorization," I replied calmly. "He signed it?! The guy has amnesia! Did he even know what he was signing?" "He read the document, asked me to clarify, and signed it of his own free will. The signature is notarized." Gavin fell into a long, heavy silence. "Chloe, do you have any idea what you've done? Pulling that much capital out is going to trigger a margin call. Apex's cash flow is going to crash." "Then Julian will have to handle it. After all, he’s the one who signed the papers." I hung up. My hands were shaking slightly. But I didn't care. At 9:17 PM, Liam sent the final confirmation email. [All assets cleared. Total liquidated amount: $11,362,000. Funds have been successfully moved into your private trust. Julian now has zero equity in any of the three startups.] I stared at the number on the screen for a long time. Then, I copied the FedEx tracking number and texted it to Paige. [Tomorrow, a very special package will arrive at Julian’s office.] Paige replied instantly. [What's inside?] [The most expensive breakup letter of his life.]