My Fiancée's Double Life: I Chose to Disappear

all, nondescript white envelope. Inside was a letter from Dr. Albright, the top neurologist in the state, confirming

ter. Not just any laughter, but the high, carefree sound of Jocelyn's best friend, Chloe, m

voice floated through the wood. "A whole guilt-fr

id. My breath ca

s, chimed in. "But aren't you worried Ethan wil

king amnesia. The words echoed

e back in Boston by Labor Day, ready to be Mrs. Lester. Ethan is my endgame." She laughed, a sound that had once been my favorite music

fled by the sudden roaring in my ears. It felt like I had been plunged into an ice bath. The cold seeped into my bones, a deep, numbing chill that had n

e again. "What about that model?

now how it is. No one compares to Ethan when it comes to the real thing. He's just

r from my lungs. I felt a wave of heat rush up my neck, a bitter taste

e, Jo. Remember what happened with the heir from the Davis family? He caught

re than anything. If he ever found out and tried to leave, I'd find him. I'd

as absolute. The certainty th

m the club, away from the laughter and the lies. Rain began to fall, cold and sharp aga

avement with a soft thud. I watched as the rain darkened the paper, the ink of the doctor's name begi

isliked the flashy, popular crowd she ran with. But she pursued me with a relentless fire that was impossible to ignore. She once shut off the power to the entire campus library just

om the wreckage. It was Jocelyn who held my hand in the ambulance, her face stained with tears and my blood. It was Jocelyn who

happy years. Or so I thought. I believed I had found my p

me. I was devastated. I fell apart. But I pulled myself together. For her. I told myself I had to be strong, that I had to find

. A meticulously cra

r possessive declaration. It all clicked into place. The perfect, loving fian

e door and went straight to my desk. I pulled out my birth certificate, my passport, my soc

a change of name. When I reached the line for the new name, my pen hovered for a second. Then, I wro

a few weeks to be official, Mr. Lester. Y

voice hollow.

ray Boston sky. Ethan Lester was dying. And soon, h