And when I finally understood what I was holding—and what it meant—
I screamed.
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I lost two years of my memory in a car accident.
Then I fell in love with the nurse who helped me recover.
Two years later, I married him.
But on our wedding night, one drunken sentence changed everything.
“If you knew what I really did,” Richard whispered, “you wouldn’t be wearing that ring.”
The next morning, I found my mother’s necklace in his jacket—the same necklace I’d been wearing when I crashed.
Richard claimed he had found it at the accident and kept it to repair.
I didn’t believe him.
So I searched my old apartment, a place I hadn’t known existed before the accident.
Inside, I found photographs of Richard and me together.
We hadn’t met after my accident.
We had already been in love.
