From Broken Wife To Billionaire Power
Woodwa
ed the distinct notes of exhaust, roasted nuts from a street vendor, and the faint, salty tang of the Hudson River. My mind, once a desolate landsc
ed with wonder. "The procedure... it didn't just erase. It seems to have
ng persons case. Allison Woodward. Daughter of the banking magnate. Disappeared five years ago in
images in my mind. The yacht, the storm, the sudden impact, the cold, dark water. My father's b
ntioned amnesia, found on a beach. And your name, Allison Day... it's a common enough alias for those seeking
o resurface. The memories were vivid now, detailed, brimming with emotion. The warmth of my family' s embrace, the intri
onfidence that felt both new and eternally familiar.
shift in my demeanor. "Of course, Mr
Erik had given me, felt elegant and capable as they dialed a number that had been etched into my soul since
at would they say? Would they even believe it?
voice, hesitant,
a dam breaking inside me. Tears, real, cleansing
. "Allison? My God, Allison? Is that really y
ed, a watery laugh bubbl
harles and Eleanor Woodward, arrived at the clinic in a blur of expensive cars and concerned security. They had
voice hoarse with emotion, clutching me to
bed, stroking my hair, her touch impo
had eventually faded, leaving behind only their quiet, enduring hope. They had been certain I was gone, lost at sea, a victim of the sto
d, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "A mother
caused them pain. Five years. Five years of their unwavering hope, while I liv
e thick with emotion. "I should have
yet loving. "Don't you dare apologize, Allison. You
sipping herbal tea, my parents bombarded me with question
n carefully, "do you remembe
and distinct, in the torrent of restored memories. My childhood sweetheart, the one I had alway
erett?" I asked, my vo
o marry anyone else. Said he'd wait for you forever." She winked playfully. "He's been running England Tech,
chest that had nothing to do with the te
ingle?" I asked, a shy
ally a monk, that boy. Swore off all women after you disappeared." He exchanged a kno
ened. "Dad!
Darling, he deserves to kno
Everett. After all these years. After all the pain, the betrayal, th
ious sound. My heart leaped into my th
." He cleared his throat. "This 'Erik Alford' fellow. And that 'Barbie Campos' characte
Day' identity? We're having it legally expunged. You are
rmor, like home. I looked towards the door, ready for whatever came next. I was no longe