Trading A Fake Marriage For A Real Vow

our records show you are not Mr. Davies' wife. I'm afraid we c

car accident on her drive to Br

he stretch of road had no surveillance cameras, flipped the story an

y times she tried. Helena pressed her mouth tight, t

two years ago. Filing a c

f she had misheard the person f

in your records?" she as

fe as a woman named Charlee Jones. Not you," the agent

hat. The phone slipped from h

cut off o

r feet. Her face drained of colo

rle

as too fami

d her flight for overseas studies, Bryson had slipped past security, dashed along the runway beside the acc

ad made the long trip to see her

, she hurried home full of exc

man with a gentle, innocent face resting on his lap, her cheeks warm

hing distant and closed off. "Only because you carry a

urned out to

ghter in the Jones family, making h

pologies, begging Helena to forgive him with the kind of

more than a temporary substitute for her, ins

t day, he chalked up comple

hint of dishonesty, so she brushed aside his explanati

nted himself day and night at her door, saying soft, earnest

son charged straight to the place, diving into the burning building without hesitation. He covered her body with his own to stop a heavy f

re down the walls

ed from the hospital, she gave i

a, with everyone gossiping about how

e before ten every night without exception, and even on work trips, he never skipped

that kept replayin

t down to the ground and pressed both hands against h

seemed like someone she

n the ground and said, "This is something else! Thirty years of my life, and I finally see a

s eyes even as a bitter, si

felt ridiculou

two complete years, and only in this moment

et hair already stuck to her f

e again, it sounde

the po