The Unwanted Wife's Ruthless Comeback

A blinding, sterile white ceiling that seemed to

. She tried to turn her head, but a sharp, blinding pain shot down her neck, locking her muscles in

on't try to m

Kowalski, according to the tag pinned to her chest. Her hands were ge

s, sweetheart. Your body needs

rain to process the information, but there was only a terrifying, echoing blankness. She tried

voice was a fra

usting the flow rate on the IV pump. "You took a very bad

vast, empty void where her memories should have been. The effort of thi

Small

lips. The water was cool and tasted faintly of pl

ontinued, her tone warm and reassuring. "Mr. Farmer has spared no expe

sb

ssure exploded behind her eyes. She flinched, a low whimper es

n. "It's just the post-traumatic stress. Your mind is t

d around in her mind, trying to find a connection, a face, a feeling. There was

"Mr. Farmer's assistant will be here shortly to check

the beeping of the monitor slowly returning to a stead

ps that entered the room were sharp, clipped, and comp

than a car. His face was sharp, his eyes hidden behind a pair of silver-framed glasses that reflected the c

flat and clipped. "I am Alex Bel

n her leg or the brace around her neck. Instead, he reached into his leather briefcase and pull

that you sign this docum

e text was small, the legal jargon dense, but the headline

, Diandra Riley, admitted to reckless and irresponsible skiing behavior. It stated that she took full responsibility for the accident. And most importantly, it expre

e screen. She looked down at her body, at the casts and braces and IV lines, at the pain that rad

incident," Alex said, misinterpreting her silence for comprehension. "Her professional rep

fore her. Her eyes were dry, her expression devoid of the fear or con

er, but it cut through the quiet room like a b

ging the public relations crisis and ensuring Miss Vaughan's well-being.

at she was. A broken body in a

. A fragment of a memory flashed through the void-not a face, not a name, but a sensation. The feeling of wind, the terrifying rush of sp

behind a cold, hard certainty. She looked at Alex,

ce stronger now, roughened by

recorder, his thumb hovering over the record button. He ex

y smile touching her lips, "that I wish him and Mi

mask of professional indifference slipping

tement?" She nodded toward the

ve significant legal and financial repercussions," Alex sai

a said, her eyes locked onto his. "No

g with the effort, and pressed the r

enda rushed in, her eyes darting between D

the nurse asked, stepping pr

suppressed anger. He snatched the tablet off the stand

him, the sound echoing in the

the mattress, the adrenaline draining away and leaving only the raw, grinding pain of her injuries. A hot, heavy t

at man was. But she knew, with a certainty that set