My Fairytale Shattered: His Cruel Betrayal

le. He was the powerful mogul who adored me, and I was the brilliant ar

th the last nine years of his memory erased.

s his enemy. Under the influence of his manipulative childho

oth of my legs. His final act of cruelty was stealing my voice-having my voc

rmentor. He had taken everything from me. My all-consumi

dence that would burn his entire empire to the ground, and vanished. The man I married

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ep it felt like my skull had been split open and crudely glued back together. But none of that mattered. All I could think about was the screech of tires, the

You're awake. You're at Capital General Hospital. You have a seve

st noise. "My husband," I rasped, my throat raw. "Julian G

ch clench. "He's alive," she said gently. "He's in the ICU. He

s as a tech titan, a ruthless CEO who built an empire from scratch. They saw the charismatic genius on the covers of magazines. But I knew the man who hummed off-key w

irytale whispered about in envious social circles. He was th

lt like an eternity, they cleared me to see him. My ribs screamed in protest with every step, but I barely felt

apped around his head, his handsome face pale and drawn. But his eyes were

tears blurring my vi

eaching for his. But he flinche

ch love, were now filled with a cold, terrifying confusion. He stared

ked, his voice flat

umbled back, my hand flying to my mouth. "W

fe? That's funny. I don't remember having a wife." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing into

wrongly blamed me for before we ever fell in love, a misunderstanding we had cleared up and moved past nin

ne years." I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking so badly I could barely unlock it. I swiped to a picture

then his gaze snapped back to me. "I don't know what

aming down my face. "You're hurt. You'

said, get out." He reached for his own phone on the bedsid

brother, Leo, was tied to a chair in a dark, damp-lookin

mbling habit. A few calls, and his debtors were more than happy to deliver him to me. Now, for

and then back at the stranger wearing my husband's

I whispered, h

enge him. Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for his phone, a de

el. He twisted my arm behind my back, slamming me against the cold wall

th on my skin. He emphasized his point by slamming my body against the wall again. And again. The rhythm

the shattering of my heart. This man, who had once vowed to pr

saccharine sweet smile walked in. Helena Castro. Julian's childhood friend

fell on me, pinned against the wall, and a flicker of triumphant cruelty crossed

even glance down. He walked straight to Helena, his entire demeanor softening as

of a life we built together. But he remembered her. In his broken mind,

orry, Jules. I'll take care of it." She leaned down, her voice a wh

hing Helena with an adoration I hadn't seen in his eyes since... since he h

I even brought his favorite dog, who he now treated like a stranger. Each attempt was met with colder rejection, with Julian's cruelty escalating under Helen

weapon. He didn't just threaten; he acted. He sent thugs to "teach him a lesson."

ley, broken and bleeding

breath shallow. "He said...

bulance on the wa

terrifying calm settled over me. The all-consuming love I had for Julian Gallegos curdl

ng from me. My love,

e of Julian's company, a whistleblower who had been silenced and ruined. "You once told me you h

l was

"I'm sorry, Leo," I whispered. "I'm so sorry I brought that monster into our liv

vidence of his massive corporate fraud. And then, I would disappear. I w

eady dead. The man who wore his face was a monster who deserved to have ev

st, and a ghost has