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Because the paralyzed billionaire I had been hired to bathe…
…was the man I had spent twenty years believing was dead.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even look at him.
My eyes remained fixed on the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath his collarbone.
A tiny mark.
A mark I had kissed once when we were young.
A mark I had memorized because, at nineteen, I believed I would spend the rest of my life with the man who carried it.
But that man had disappeared during a violent storm twenty years ago.
His name had been Alexander Bennett.
And I had been told his body was never found.
I slowly backed away.
Alexander stared at me from the wheelchair.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
His eyebrows pulled together.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
My voice sounded foreign.
I reached for the counter because my legs were barely holding me up.
Alexander watched me carefully.
“You’ve seen that necklace before.”
It wasn’t a question.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
I looked at the old silver chain hanging against his chest.
There was a tiny metal pendant attached to it.
A crescent moon.
The same pendant I had given him on the night he disappeared.
I had made it myself.
Cheap silver.
One tiny scratch across the back.
And on the inside, I had engraved four words.
Come back to me, Alex.
My hands began trembling.
Alexander noticed.
“Who are you?”
I couldn’t answer.
He pushed the wheelchair forward.
“Look at me.”
I did.
And for one terrifying second, I saw the nineteen-year-old boy I had loved behind the face of the forty-year-old billionaire sitting in front of me.
The same gray eyes.
The same slight scar above his eyebrow.
The same habit of clenching his jaw whenever he was confused.
I whispered the name I hadn’t spoken in twenty years.
“Alex?”
His face changed.
Completely.
The cold billionaire disappeared.
His lips parted.
Nobody spoke.
Then he whispered:
“Who told you that name?”
I started crying.
And that was all the confirmation I needed.
Twenty years earlier, I had been nineteen.
Alexander had been twenty.
We were young, broke, reckless, and completely convinced that love could solve anything.
His father owned a small construction company.
My mother cleaned houses for wealthy families.
