Faking Amnesia For A New Life

ory. Or rathe

een secretly dating for five years, eff

fit to be a c

engagement to a woman a

ation, I faked amnesia, convenie

regretted it. He kidnapped me right out of my wed

pte

ra's

the Omni Parker House

nr

the champagne flute trem

I had last seen his face, and two months since I had made

in the bustling crowd, he

on. His undeniable charm acted like a gravitational pull, drawing pe

on of a second before he changed direction, heading straight for me. E

a," he

s gaze with a blank, uncomprehendin

ne of my dress, then sweeping all the way down to my

atching-whenever he felt I was his exclusive

eyes darting quickly over

ing to maintain control. He noticed the subtle stares and caugh

his expensive wool overcoat and

m tightly, pulling me

you really that mad?" He leaned in, his lips practically brushing

s grasp, but his hand held me in

se maintain a polite distance. I don't

a dangerous glint fl

cracked, revealing a

a distinct warning. He only ever used my full nam

I would immediately shrink back, apo

ells, tailoring my reactions to his m

Aurora

ion. The performance was flawless. "Sir, do I know you? I'

ance. He waved a hand dismissively, brushing off my words. "

d casual belittlement pr

of pain welled

im constantly calling me "overreactive" or "too emotional," and his

" Elliot's calm, warm voice sha

ringing with him a ground

shield. He rested a hand gently on the sma

that my fiancée, Aurora, was in a severe car accident a few months ago?

" Conrad

might not recognize a lot of people she knew b

d into slits. A flicker of genuine shock crossed

about my well-bei

to know if he h

ten him. I chos

pe the suffocating shame of bein

to be tossed aside and replaced by someone more "suitable

te, giving me the chanc

sibility of post-traumatic amnesia; it

nto it. Of course he w

tting on a bewildered and visibly confused expression. "Sir

arents never