I Paid For His Lies With My Life And Blood
Language: en
Declan Holloway chased me down after the cheating—crashed his vintage Porsche, nearly killed himself, and somehow, woke up with amnesia. The doctors called it early-onset Alzheimer's, but the only memory he clung to, the only person his broken mind retained, was me. Everyone said it was proof—that Declan’s love for me was visceral, an instinct carved into his soul. I only felt sick. I forbade him from coming within ten feet of me. Every towel, every glass, every single utensil in the house was labeled with my name and strictly compartmentalized. The day he was desperately thirsty and…