The Truth Behind The Billionaire's Amnesia

The Truth Behind The Billionaire's Amnesia

Gavin

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I gave him my kidney, my world, the man I' d loved for ten years. Ethan Vanderbilt, my everything, needed a miracle after his crash and amnesia. The perfect match felt like fate, a second chance for us. But when I woke up, sore yet hopeful, his mother Eleanor delivered a chilling blow. "Brittany Covington is his fiancée," she declared, "she gave him her kidney." Suddenly, my sacrifice was twisted into a lie, my love erased. Brittany, the woman who'd chased Ethan for years, smirked down at me, claiming his love, his salvation. Ethan, blank-eyed and memory-less, didn't recognize me, then flinched away, commanding, "Get her away from me." I was dragged out of the hospital, shoved against walls, slapped, my side screaming in protest. Later, at our shared penthouse, all my belongings were gone, replaced by hers. He shattered my most cherished vinyl records, then threw the sharp pieces, cutting my cheek, roaring for me to be thrown out like trash. How could ten years of love vanish? How could he believe these lies, these cruel fabrications, and turn into this monster? Was I truly nothing, my life-saving act utterly worthless, my heart and body breaking under their lies? Just when I thought all hope was lost, standing homeless and bleeding on the curb, a kind stranger offered a lifeline. Ethan' s cousin, David Harrison, pulled up. "Get in," he said, and my new life began with a most unexpected proposal.

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I gave him my kidney, my world, the man I' d loved for ten years.

Ethan Vanderbilt, my everything, needed a miracle after his crash and amnesia.

The perfect match felt like fate, a second chance for us.

But when I woke up, sore yet hopeful, his mother Eleanor delivered a chilling blow.

"Brittany Covington is his fiancée," she declared, "she gave him her kidney."

Suddenly, my sacrifice was twisted into a lie, my love erased.

Brittany, the woman who'd chased Ethan for years, smirked down at me, claiming his love, his salvation.

Ethan, blank-eyed and memory-less, didn't recognize me, then flinched away, commanding, "Get her away from me."

I was dragged out of the hospital, shoved against walls, slapped, my side screaming in protest.

Later, at our shared penthouse, all my belongings were gone, replaced by hers.

He shattered my most cherished vinyl records, then threw the sharp pieces, cutting my cheek, roaring for me to be thrown out like trash.

How could ten years of love vanish?

How could he believe these lies, these cruel fabrications, and turn into this monster?

Was I truly nothing, my life-saving act utterly worthless, my heart and body breaking under their lies?

Just when I thought all hope was lost, standing homeless and bleeding on the curb, a kind stranger offered a lifeline.

Ethan' s cousin, David Harrison, pulled up.

"Get in," he said, and my new life began with a most unexpected proposal.

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