Before the accident, Richard had cheated on me—with her.
I had discovered their messages that night and driven away in anger.
Richard followed me.
Then I crashed.
When I woke up with amnesia, he never told me who he really was.
Instead, he let me fall in love with him all over again.
When I confronted him, Richard admitted everything.
“I told myself I was protecting you,” he said.
“No,” I replied. “You were protecting yourself.”
He insisted that our love over the past two years had been real.
Maybe it was.
But he had taken away my choice—the choice to know the truth and decide whether I could forgive him.
I removed my wedding ring and placed it on the table.
“You took that choice away from me twice.”
I kept my mother’s necklace.
Then I walked away.
I may never recover every memory I lost.
But my future fir belongs to me.
My choices.
My truth.
My life.
