“Friend? Didn’t you say you had amnesia? Where did all these friends come from?” I questioned, my heart sinking as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The truth was obvious—he had been lying to me all along.
“Mr. Ford, was faking amnesia fun for you? Did watching me run in circles around you make you proud? Should I give you an Oscar?” I let out a bitter laugh. The boy I had picked up from the streets, the one who played innocent in front of me, was actually the heir to the powerful Ford family.
“To you, I must have been the biggest fool” As I spoke, tears blurred my vision.
The cruel irony was too much to bear. My phone buzzed with a delivery notification for a cake I had ordered for his birthday, which he had told me was today. I had worked extra hours and endured rude customers to celebrate his first birthday with me. But now, my efforts seemed worthless.
Whenever I came home exhausted, Ezail always made sure to leave a light on for me and set the table with food, telling me that cooking for me was his greatest joy. He claimed I was the most important person in his life.