the door to my room flew open. Jake

, striding over to the bed and snat

. "Ethan Hayes? The art deale

e saw plots and schemes in every shadow b

rents... they had a few pieces they were planning to consig

had respected Ethan's work, and he

ign of deception. I met his gaze without flinching, my

ing-annoyance, maybe even unease-crossed his face. He didn't like things he couldn

remember our deal. You recover, you sign the papers, and you

t," he said, stopping and turning to me. "It's probably best if you

ould see it in his eyes. He wanted

l have the best care," he said, as if he were doing me a favor. "And n

er, so in control. He was shipping me off to a place where I would be u

was giving me exactly w

meek whisper. "But Jake... my

d touch of desperation. I had to play the pa

rosity in his tone. He saw my request as a sign of my complete surrender, pro

a nurse came in with a tray of foo

sional but cool. "He said you need to get your strength back.

as nauseating. The woman who had taken everything from me was no

hospital after the crash, his memory gone, a blank slate. He had been so gentle, so kind. He was lost

'd practically arranged our marriage on the spot. "A woman l

n love with the kind, amnesiac Jake. But then, his memory st

gger who had taken advantage of his amnesia. And Jake, the real Jake, the arrogant, entitled heir, b

t," the nurse prompted

eded to be strong for what came next. Forcing myself to ignore th

the sun was setting. He placed the velv

his tone final. "I won't be seeing you

mething unreadable in his eyes, before he turn

ad what he wanted. Brooke was sa

t was a text from

isn't he? He's with me now. We're celebrating my recove

f the knife. Another text arrived, this one with a picture. It was her

pression. I felt nothing. No anger, n

photo. I sav

was taunting a

e the ammunition I would use to b