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

When My Girlfriend Faked Her Death, I Married Her Rich AuntChapter 1

The day before the wedding, Rachel, my soon-to-be bride died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would die, but I didn't cry or make a fuss.

Five years later, we met by chance in a hotel. She had lost her memory after coming back from the dead. Amid the cheers of a group of people, she kissed my stepbrother until the thread was drawn.

Seeing that I was alone, she smiled proudly, "I heard that you are my fiancé? You have been waiting for me for five years. You are a dog-licker. Do you even worth to have me?"

"I know you love me to death. Since you have been chaste for me for five years, I can buy you a house outside, but I will only get the marriage certificate with Patrick. From now on, I will accompany Patrick on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and visit you on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. You can be happy secretly."

I was indeed happy, "Sorry, you recognized the wrong person."

Rachel didn't know that I received a video on the night of her car accident.

She didn't know that in the five years when she and Patrick were happy, I had married other women and even my child was four years old now. And this woman was her aunt.

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When I saw Rachel again, I didn't expect this scene. She hugged Patrick's waist and the two of them pressed tightly together, responding to the constant booing around them and kissed until they were drawn.

A few minutes later, Rachel's cheeks were flushed and she softened in his arms, complaining, "Little wolfdog is so fierce, your kiss hurt my lips."

Patrick pressed her hand on his abdominal muscles, "Who made you so delicious, any man can't help it..."

The booing in the room was even louder and Rachel's bestie laughed and called him a brother-in-law.

Rachel raised her eyebrows, but her whole body fell on him like a boneless person.

Someone joked, "Rachel, it's been five years, Mike really doesn't care anymore?"

Rachel leaned back on the sofa behind her and shrugged indifferently, "I don’t even care. Why should I? I haven't had enough fun yet, I will naturally recover my memory after Patrick and I finish the wedding."

"Everyone knows that Mike loves Rachel so much that he wants to lick her feet. Seeing that Rachel is still alive, I'm afraid he will kneel down on the nine thousand steps and ask the Buddha to bless Rachel like he did five years ago."