. Now, I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head throb
Liam, and the saccharine sweetness masking venom from my stepsister, Brittany, painted a disturbing picture. "You valued hi
ic fool in a one-sided romance. This betrayal was cemented when Brittany, in a staged "accident," showered Liam with attention, and he,
ssing three years that made me cling to a man who despised me and a family t
ake. With a click, I deleted Liam' s picture and contact from my phone. My amnesia was not a curse; it