104 Sundays of Lies

lank slate for my loving fiancé, Ethan, and

ur happy life, our engagement, and explain my amnesia, rea

n my ankle, spelling "HE'S LYING," hinted a

DON' T TAKE THEM." My heart sank as I realized the "vitamins

t to hear Ethan and Maria laughing, discussing how they were si

ared to seeing them passionately kissing

rage, unlike anything I'

shoved me, sending my head cra

e floodgates opened. Two years of forgotten betrayals, 104 cycles

humb drive in hand, r

g my voice to tremble. "S

ace. He thought I was br

ything. And he had no idea the g