I Forgot The Billionaire Who Came For Revenge
Language: en
The diagnosis had a name—Cerebral Small Vessel Disease—but to me, it was just the timer on my life. The selective cognitive impairment had done its damage during my teaching assignment, wiping out everything about the person I'd loved the most. Then one day, the past barreled into the present. Beckett Thorne—the ex-boyfriend I’d cruelly walked out on—roared up to the muddy, makeshift schoolhouse in a gleaming, mud-splattered Range Rover. He looked at my chapped, wind-burned face, my rough hands, and let out a laugh that was pure, triumphant venom. "Living out here in the middle of…