After I lost my memory, I forgot my scum ex

My boyfriend, the one I'd loved for years, had amnesia and he forgot all about me.

No matter how hard I tried, he couldn't recall our memories. He even thought I was crazy.

Then, I accidentally overheard a phone call between him and his best friend, and everything became clear.

"There's no amnesia. I just wanted to spice things up and watch her squirm while I hook up with other girls."

My heart sank, and I broke up with him.

Then, I agreed to a risky brain surgery that could cause amnesia.

1.

Mark didn’t even flinch when I broke up with him.

He was playing the amnesia card, so he wasn't supposed to remember I was his girlfriend.

I was packing my stuff at his place when he got back from the hospital.

He had some blonde, cute girl hanging off his arm.

That must be his "thrill," I thought, already moving on right after leaving the hospital.

"Why are you in my house?" Mark said, playing the innocent card.

I knew you can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep.

But the girl, she piped up: "He dumped you. She's just grabbing her stuff."

Mark snorted. "I don't remember any love stuff with you, but if everyone says so, fine. Whatever."

"Just don't try to sneak anything out. If it's not yours, don't touch it."

His coldness was spot on, like he really did forget me.

If I hadn't heard that call with his bro...

If he didn’t like me or wanted to split, he could’ve just said it. I wasn't the clinging type, I would've left quietly.

But no, he had to make a show out of it, making everyone play along. It felt like a fly got into my cereal bowl. Gross.

I didn't feel like calling him out. Just said, "It's not mine, I don't want it."

I kept packing, with the two of them acting like prison guards, watching my every move.

Every now and then they’d start with the flirting, even making out right in front of me.

Things he used to do with me, he was now doing with a new chick.

Like he said, it probably got him off more doing it in front of me.

I packed fast, it was just a few clothes and some jewelry anyway.

I swallowed my feelings, shook the bag and said "Hey, Mark, wanna do a check?"

He shot me an annoyed look and said: "Just get out, you're bugging us."

My heart squeezed and I teared up.

Heavy feet carried me out the door. Once I rounded the corner, I let my tears fall.

My phone rang.

"Ms. Johnson, since you're decided, come to the hospital ASAP. We need to talk about your surgery."

2.

I told my doctor I was up for the surgery before I broke up with Mark.

I'd been getting terrible headaches and couldn't sleep. Turns out I had a tumor, thankfully benign. If it was left too long, it could get worse, according to the doc.

The surgery was risky, though. The doc warned I could have amnesia, forgetting things.

I was hesitant before. I didn't want to forget Mark, like he forgot me.

But after I learned he was playing games with me, my decision was clear.

I'd rather live without him than live with him.

Plus, maybe I could cut the lov...