My wedding night felt perfect—until my new husband leaned close and whispered, “If you knew what I really did, you wouldn’t be wearing that ring.”
I thought I had finally found my happy ending.
I was wrong.
The next morning, I discovered something hidden inside his tuxedo pocket that made my blood run cold.
I first met Richard in the hospital after a terrible car fir accident.
When I woke up, my left leg was in a cast, stitches covered my forehead, and doctors gently explained that parts of that night might never come back to me.
Some memories were simply… gone.
Richard was one of the nurses assigned to my floor.
He wasn’t supposed to become important to me.
But somehow, he did.
He always seemed to pay a little more attention to me than the other nurses. Sometimes I’d catch him standing in the doorway, watching me with an expression I couldn’t understand.
