Waking Up To Four Obsessive Husbands
Language: en
I woke up in a room that smelled too much like bleach and lost time. The doctor leaned over me, his expression unreadable behind a surgical mask. "The amnesia is likely a temporary side effect of the concussion," he said, his voice a smooth, professional baritone. Then he gestured to the room at large. "Tell me, Tess. Which one is your current boyfriend?" I looked at the men flanking my bed. I pointed tentatively to the man on the left—the one in the sharp, charcoal-grey suit. The doctor’s eyes darkened. "Your current boyfriend." I shifted my finger, pointing toward the man on the…