A Lie That changed my life forever wattpad

I thought I had my fairytale ending when I married Dayton Reed, the charming heir to a tech empire. But a car crash on our wedding day gave him amnesia, and his family used it as an excuse to erase me. For five years, I watched another woman, Cassidy, take my place, enduring their cruelty while clinging to the hope that my husband was still in there somewhere.

Then I overheard him talking to his father.

He laughed, calling his amnesia the "best performance of my life." He admitted our whole relationship was a lie-a way to atone for his family's role in my parents' deaths.

In the same breath, his new fiancée announced she was pregnant.

My love wasn't just forgotten; it was a joke. He had orchestrated five years of my torment, from the murder of my dog to the loss of our unborn child.

He thought he broke me. He was wrong.

Years later, I've rebuilt my life. And tonight, on a live news broadcast with the whole world watching, I'm going to expose every last one of his sins and burn his empire to the ground.

Chapter 1

Brynn Miles POV:

They say love is blind.

Mine wasn't just blind; it was a self-inflicted wound, a gaping chasm I willingly fell into, only to find myself at the bottom, starved and forgotten.

The day I married Dayton Reed, I thought I'd finally found my fairytale. Instead, I found a nightmare.

One I lived for five years, watching him forget me, watching his family erase me, and watching another woman take my place.

All while the man I loved orchestrated my torment from the shadows.

Our love story was a whirlwind, the kind they write about in books to make other women jealous.

Dayton, the charming heir to Reed Tech, pursued me with a relentless fervor that swept me off my feet. He showered me with gifts, whispered promises of forever, and made me believe I was the only woman in the world.

He moved mountains for me, or so it seemed, proving his devotion with a fierce, almost desperate intensity that thrilled me.

He said he couldn't live without me, that I was his oxygen, his reason for being.

I knew the Reed family opposed our union, their disdain a constant, icy undercurrent.

But Dayton vowed to protect me, to stand against them all. He promised to break free from their gilded cage, to build a life where their influence couldn't touch us.

I listened, I believed.

And I endured the quiet scorn, the snide remarks, the blatant snubs from his parents, Craig and Henrietta. For him, I swallowed my pride, day after day, year after year.

He pulled me into his world, a universe of private jets, sprawling estates, and whispered deals.

I, Brynn Miles, from the wrong side of the tracks, found myself dazzling under his spotlight.

He presented me to his elite circle, daring them to judge, his hand always firm on my lower back, a possessive claim. He convinced me that their disapproval didn't matter, that our love was a force strong enough to conquer all.

His insistence grew into a fever pitch.

He proposed not once, not twice, but a dozen times, each proposal grander and more public than the last. He filled Times Square with my pictures, bought a full-page ad in The New York Times declaring his love, and even chartered a blimp with "Marry Me, Brynn?" blazoned across the sky.

I resisted, wary of the intensity, but his persistence was a tidal wave.

Eventually, I said yes, my heart overflowing with a hope I hadn't known was possible.

The wedding day arrived, a blur of white lace, excited whispers, and the scent of a thousand roses. It was everything I had ever dreamed of, and more.

But as I walked down the aisle, a radiant smile on my face, a sharp, metallic screech tore through the air.

A deafening crash.

The world tilted, then plunged into chaos.

I woke in a sterile white room, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic. My head throbbed, my body ached, but my first thought was Dayton.

The nurses, their faces grim, told me about the car crash. A drunk driver had veered into our motorcade just moments before we reached the church.

Dayton was alive, but barely. He had a traumatic brain injury.

Days later, when I finally saw him, his eyes were blank.He looked at me, then through me.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice flat, devoid of recognition.

The amnesia had stolen him from me. It had stolen me from him.

Every shared memory, every whispered secret, every grand gesture-gone.

Erased.

The Reed family descended like vultures, their faces tight with a mixture of grief and barely concealed triumph.

"This is all your fault, Brynn," Henrietta hissed, her voice a venomous whisper. "You were always a disaster. A gold-digger. Now look what you've done."

They blamed me for everything, for the accident, for Dayton's condition, for daring to exist in their world.

They barred me from his hospital room, then from the family estate.

"He needs stability, not your drama," Craig declared, his words a death sentence. "He needs to heal."

And healing, in their eyes, meant erasing every trace of me.

I was an outcast, a ghost haunting the edges of a life that was once mine.

Then Cassidy Mclean appeared.

Blonde, beautiful, impeccably dressed, and from a pharmaceutical dynasty rivaling the Reeds. She was their chosen one, the "socially-approved fiancée."