His Amnesiac Lie: My Stolen Life

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ing in protest. Sometime later, I managed to drag my

ne, a deep scowl on his face. He looked up as I e

ded, his voice sharp as broken glass. "I

reen was black. The battery w

bones. "I couldn't get in," I said, my voice hoarse and trembling. "The s

And Carina... Hardin, she's not who you think she is

he sound made me flinch. "I am so sick of you making things up, Athena! Carina is a sweet,

me looming over me. "I am

ysical blow. Disappointed.

. It felt like he had reached into my chest and ripped out my heart, h

r? Over me?" I asked, my voice breaking

a flicker of something-guilt?-in his eyes before it was extin

d me into the large, glass-enclosed shower and turned the knob. A torrent of icy water rained down on me, the shock of it stealing my breath

gainst his chest. His voice was a soft murmur against my hair. "Shh, it's

the sofa. He retrieved the first-aid kit and began dabbing an

ss. One minute he was a monster, the next, a

len, stared at him, a flicke

I just fallen in love with a ghost, a

my shattered heart. Late one night, my phone buzzed with a news alert. It was a photo of Hardin and Carina

felt nothing. The part of me that would ha

he front door opened.

gling from her perfectly lipsticked mouth. "Still here?" she asked, blowing a

practiced, almost bored way she inhaled. Har

u smoke?" I aske

g, you know." She leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper. "Even about the silly little noteboo

t are you do

ed from the doorway.

ically. "Hardin, she... she tried to take my cigarette! Sh

lder at me, his eyes filled with an icy rage that terrified me. "Hold

they seized my arms,

easily. You need to be taught a lesson." He looked at his men. "Don'

my cheeks. He knew. He knew my right hand was my life, and he was de

ther stood impassively by. The humiliation of being restrained, of being treated l

at me. His full attention was on Carina, murmuring comf

n grant me a

behind my eyes, and then, merc