I Forgot I Was Your Billionaire
Language: en
When consciousness finally clawed its way back to me, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my lungs. I was lying in a hospital bed. Sitting in the chair beside me was a strange woman, impeccably dressed in a tailored designer suit. Polite and eager to piece things together, I cleared my throat and asked if she was the employer I was supposed to be interviewing with for the live-in housekeeper position. The color drained from her face instantly. Her voice trembled as she demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. A spike of panic hit me. I scrambled to explain that my memory was…