Prologue
On our third anniversary, I came home early with roses.
I found my husband Damian kissing his first love Sabrina in our bedroom.
He said he didn't remember me. Said he only loved Sabrina now.
He threw my roses in the trash. "Don't bring flowers home. Sabrina's allergic."
I believed him.
A month ago, he saved me in a crash. Hit his head. Lost his memory of me.
I begged doctors to fix him.
Then I found divorce papers in his closet.
Dated the day before the crash.
I heard him through the door: "The crash was perfect. Now I can fake amnesia and leave."
Then I crashed too.
Woke up with nothing.
A man named Caleb said he was my boyfriend. I believed him.
At my marriage proposal scene.
He saw me. Grabbed my hand. "Elara! I'm your husband! I was wrong — come back!"
I pulled away.
"Wrong person."
Chapter 1
On our third wedding anniversary, I came home early with roses.
I found my husband Damian making out with his first love in our bedroom.
He said he didn't remember me anymore. Said his heart only belonged to Sabrina now.
He threw my roses in the trash. "Don't bring flowers home anymore. Sabrina's allergic."
I believed him.
Because a month ago, he'd shielded me from a car crash and hit his head.
I took him to every doctor, begged him to remember.
Then I found divorce papers in his closet.
Dated the day before the accident.
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I rushed back to Fairview City to surprise Damian on our anniversary.
A big bouquet of blue roses rested in my arms — his favorite, and mine too. They symbolized how lucky we were to have found each other.
But when I opened our front door, I didn't find Damian's gentle smile.
I heard a woman's laughter instead.
"Damian, what if your wife finds out?"
"Sabrina, I only remember you now. Are you sure I didn't marry you instead?"
"Damian... how are you going to make it up to me?"
I froze.
The living room lights were off. Golden light spilled from our bedroom doorway.
I hadn't seen Damian smile like that — so genuinely happy — in so long.
Then Sabrina turned, and they kissed.
I stood in the shadows like a ghost.
Until a rose thorn stabbed my palm.
The sharp pain woke me up.
