My Dog Exposed the Man Who Faked Being My Fiancé

A Normal Night Turned Tragic

One ordinary evening, I drove home after seeing a friend, music playing, spirits high. Suddenly, a speeding car slammed into me. The crash was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up in the hospital a week and a half later. The doctors said I was lucky to be alive. But I didn’t feel lucky—I had partial amnesia. I remembered my family, close friends, and my dog, Otis. But not the man beside my bed.

The Stranger Who Called Himself My Fiancé

He said his name was Derek—my fiancé. According to the doctors, he had stayed by my side the entire time. But I felt nothing. No memory, no familiarity.

Derek pleaded with doctors. “Why doesn’t she remember me?”
They explained memory loss was unpredictable.
He brought photos, told stories of our life, showed me gifts he’d given. Still, I didn’t remember him.

Even My Mom Had Doubts

“Why didn’t you tell me about Derek?” my mom asked.
“I don’t remember him,” I replied.

Derek claimed he had proposed just before the accident. My mom didn’t fully believe it. Her suspicion planted a seed of doubt in me.

A Dog’s Instincts Never Lie

Derek took me home. I was eager to reunite with Otis. But when we arrived, Otis attacked him—barking, growling, even trying to bite.

“He’s forgotten me,” Derek claimed.
But Otis hadn’t forgotten me.

Even after being picked up and calmed, Otis barked fiercely whenever Derek came near. I had never seen him act that way before.

Something Felt Off

Derek insisted Otis sleep outside. I refused. Otis had always been an indoor dog.

Later, Derek gave me a new phone—he had changed the number. I couldn’t contact my best friend, Sally. I also couldn’t access my old social media accounts. I felt trapped. Derek wouldn’t even let me meet friends.

Worse, he pushed for us to marry soon. How could I agree to that?

A Visitor and a Shocking Truth

One day, Derek argued with someone at the front door. I didn’t see who, but he seemed panicked. Later, Sally showed up.

“Derek doesn’t exist,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, stunned.
“There’s no record of him. You never told me about him because you didn’t know him. Either you kept it a secret—or he’s lying.”

At that moment, a courier arrived. Inside the envelope was a marriage contract. Derek would receive half my assets in case of divorce.

The Truth Comes Out

My grandmother had left me a significant inheritance. Somehow, Derek knew that.

“He worked as a nurse at the nursing home where your grandmother stayed,” the police later told me.
His real name? Harry.
He used my accident and memory loss to scam me.

Justice and Gratitude

The police arrested him at our front door. He screamed, cursed, and fought. But it was over.

Otis ran up to me. I picked him up, holding back tears.

Without Otis, I might never have questioned Harry’s lies.

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