Chapter 1

My two older sisters got into a car accident and lost their memories.

They forgot about me and mistook my parents' friend's son for our biological brother.

Chloe, my older sister, gave him the inheritance my parents left for me.

Harper, my second sister, used her connections to get him my graduate school admission spot.

I thought they had truly forgotten me.

Until one day, I accidentally overheard Chloe telling Harper, "Faking amnesia is exhausting. How about we just kick Julian out? Then we won't have to pretend anymore."

I didn't need them to kick me out. I left on my own, joining a twenty-year closed medical research program.

During these twenty years, I couldn't contact the outside world or go home.

When my two sisters found out, they cried their hearts out.

I was carrying the cake box, not even inside the front door yet, when I heard Chloe's words.

Harper chuckled softly. "Sounds good. Besides, without him, we can focus all our attention on Liam. Best of both worlds."

A shockwave ripped through me, and the cake box in my hands almost slipped.

So, for the past six months, my two most beloved sisters

had been deceiving me.

They hadn't forgotten me at all.

And they knew Liam wasn't their biological brother.

Why? I couldn't understand why they would lie to me like this.

"But it's his 23rd birthday today. Wouldn't it be a bit harsh to kick him out right now?"

Chloe suddenly spoke up again.

My older sister still remembered my birthday.

They remembered everything, yet for the past six months, they’d treated me like a stranger.

Countless times they’d thrown me out of the house, countless times they’d showered Liam with affection right in front of me.

"He's really looking forward to this birthday. We have to make him leave on the day he anticipates most; that's the only way he'll completely give up and stop pestering us."

Harper's voice was chillingly cold.

That word—'pestering'—stabbed into my heart like a dagger.

Thud. The cake I had personally baked fell to the floor, the frosting instantly smeared into a mess.

Before, on my birthdays, Chloe and Harper would always prepare the cake for me.

They'd also make sure to prepare lots of my favorite foods well in advance.

So, every birthday was the happiest day for me.

This time, I was also very much looking forward to it. I had hoped my birthday would somehow jog their memories.

But now I knew: they had been faking amnesia all along.