He Said He Loved Me When He Forgot Me

Chapter 5

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at the doors would not open. The handle moved under my thumb and nothi

a blue route line pinned to a single ad

side me, buckled in as carefully as a passenger, lay a garment bag from a bri

orehead against the tinted glass. "Ar

his own knees. He nev

g with shame. "The doctor's already waiting at the house. It's just

long, pale, and the size I wore, which meant someone had asked. Bianca had ch

e: the dress had been collected four days ago, in Portland, before the convoy ever came up my

rling up in pain on the wide leather seat

of Jadon's bodyguards glan

reported into his headset. "Target is

e exit for Hancock Memorial; the green sign slid by in t

next wave of pain cut th

. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead and mixed with the rain ru

hing warm, thick, and reeking of iron. I brought my hand up into the

l, pushing my bloody hand through the

und. His eyes wen

, grabbing the driver's shoul

explicit orders not to s

car!" Arthur screamed,

, tires shrieking through the water, then slid out of

hard behind us, and its high beams lit up the sh

unbearable, a steady crushing wave that forced a broken, drawn-out m

od there,

u stopping for?" he d

umped out of the passenger seat, pointing int

pen door fell across my legs. My dark b

oled in the heavy rubber floor mat. I lay on my side, finge

name I had once known so well slipped out

went

apart completely. His gray eyes widen

red, and for the first time sinc

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“Four years ago, I pulled a man with no memory out of the freezing sea. I took him back to my motor inn and named him Jay. He carried himself with effortless grace, and he spoke fluent French. The lobstermen on the peninsula warned me: "He isn't one of us. Don't go falling for him." I asked him whether he would leave me once his memory came back. He stroked my hair and said, gently: "Everything I want is in this inn. All of it is in you. I will never leave." Then, one day, six black SUVs came up the drive. Standing in the hallway, I heard a bodyguard address him with deference: "The board has voted unanimously for your return." Jadon Phillips - the true heir to the Phillips Global Properties empire - did not even lift his eyes as he gave the order: "Give her ten million. Make sure she doesn't go out and make a scene." So he had never really lost his memory. To keep me from disrupting his engagement to a shipping heiress, he handed me over to Arthur Garner - a widowed, small-time coastal freight operator on the brink of bankruptcy. When I refused outright and tried to run, he let his bodyguards drag me across the docks. But he never knew I was already carrying his child. Not until I lay in a pool of blood, watching our unborn baby slip away, did he try to hold me back. I left his millions on the table and got on a plane to Seattle with sixty dollars in my pocket, and I swore I would build a business empire of my own with my own two hands.”