Beyond Betrayal: Her Game Begins

was staring at the blueprints for the new city library, a project that had consumed me for the last year, a testa

ainst the smooth wood of my desk. It wa

o come to the hospi

m of the computer, the ticking clock on the wall

tight. "A car crash on the interstate. He' s stab

s or my coat. My mind was a blank slate of panic. David. My David

was a monster, mirroring the chaos inside my chest. I left my car crooked in a parkin

the right floor, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against m

sked, my voice hoarse. I tried

urself. He has some head trauma. We' ve run the scans. Physically, he

ign, unreal. "What does that m

"It' s... specific. He seems to remember h

istance and walked into the

on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, was Chloe Davis, his young, ambitious executive assistant. Her hair was per

t my drenched clothes and messy hair. There was no re

elp you?"

e looked at me, a flicker of something triumphant in her

taking a step forward.

"I' m sorry,

' t be happening. "I' m your wife, Dav

oked at Chloe, then back at me. "My wife? Yo

modesty. "David, maybe she' s just conf

ooked me up and down, a dismissive glance that made my ski

"you," filled with disdain, was more painful than any sl

cracking. "Think. Our home. Our dog,

e got lost in Italy, the silly song he made up for me, the scar on his kne

lady, I don' t know who you are, but you' re upsett

n her ear that made her smile. He completely dismissed me, as if I w

he world had tilted on its axis. The man I loved, the man who was my entire life, was

Give it time, Sarah. Head injuries are unp

y stomach. I saw the look in Chloe' s eyes. I heard the cr

ng room, my clothes still damp, and I waited. I would wait