Maria Peraza
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Maria Peraza's Book and Story
Lower Floor
LGBT+ Amanda is a writer like so many others who wants to leave her mark on the world through her story, however, she has realized that not everyone can be the next Jane Austen, so she is content with having a side job and being able to write relatively what she wants.
Everything seems to be going well for her, despite having put many dreams aside and having a most unbearable neighbor, at least until she receives a notice of a rent increase and realizes that she can't pay it on her own.
As fate would have it, she ends up living with her annoying and apparently rebellious neighbor: Emiliana Basile, a beauty with tanned skin, long legs and a sharp, venomous tongue, with whom she has fought countless times since she has been living in Italy.
How will he manage to live with this woman without either of them ending up in jail?
And more importantly...
Will he be able to ignore the undeniable spark between them? You might like
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Gavin The call came at 7:05 PM on our tenth wedding anniversary.
My husband, David, was in an accident.
At the hospital, he was awake, but a young woman, his assistant Chloe, was holding his hand, acting like his wife.
When I walked in, he looked at me, a blank stranger' s stare, then asked, "Who are you?"
He laughed when I said I was his wife, then demanded security remove me, while Chloe, smiling, pretended to cry.
It wasn't just memory loss; it was a cruel, targeted erasure.
I tried proof, the marriage certificate, but he pushed it away as "just a piece of paper."
Then Chloe waltzed in with his favorite soup, and he defended her when I confronted her.
"She' s the only one who' s been here for me!" he screamed.
He snarled that I was "exhausted, haggard," compared to Chloe, who was "kind and gentle."
My wedding ring, a symbol of our forever, flew from my hand as he slapped it away, clinking under the bed.
"Don' t come back," he said, turning his back on me to comfort Chloe.
Later, I learned why: he had been having an affair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ruined by his absence and her answering his phone.
My world shattered when Mark Johnson, David's estranged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake amnesia was a stroke of genius, right? A clean break."
My husband had faked a brain injury to throw me away.
A car hit me, sending me to the hospital, and I knew what I had to do.
When Mark came in, I looked at him, my face blank, then asked, "Are you… my husband?"