Her Fake Memory Loss, His Real Goodbye

Chapter 4

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restroom. Holden splashed cold water on his face, the shock of it doing little to clear his head. H

open, followed by a soft giggle

ispered, her voice

," a man's voice

ustle of expensive fabric and a series of soft, urgent sounds that made his stomach clench into a tigh

d. He pushed his own door open and walked to the sinks, keeping his eyes down. He

didn't look up. He just walked out, pushing through

s heading for the exit when a

smug drawl in his ear. "The party's just

pelled Holden through the lobby and out into the cool nigh

said, opening t

at his best friend's wedding. He

engine roaring to life with a touc

ike a man with nothing to lose, weaving through

his eyes on Holden in the rearview mirror. "

focusing on the white lines of

, pressing the accelerator. "Not a b

too fast. A red

id from the back, her voice ti

ed sound. He glanced at Holden. "Wh

loor

l. Holden was thrown forward, his head hitting the dashboard with a dull, cr

saw Donnie slumped against the steering wheel, a gash on

he other car was crushed in

t respond. It was a mangled mess of blood and bone. A wav

ess torn. Her eyes were wide with pani

ords thick in his mouth. "Averi

he saw a flicker of the woman he use

it wa

he driver's side, pulling at Donnie's door.

ith his entire future bleeding out on

ring, leave Donnie's arm and reach for her ph

black, the sound of her frantic voice

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Her Fake Memory Loss, His Real Goodbye

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“One phone call shattered a seven-year-long dream of love. Holden Campbell believed his fiancée Avery's amnesia was a wound that needed patient healing. He used all his connections, booking appointments with the best neurologists on the East Coast, convinced that science and love could bring back the woman who had accepted his proposal. However, an overheard phone call plunged him into despair-Avery had never suffered from amnesia. She had simply grown tired of their "suffocatingly perfect life," using "selective amnesia" as a costless vacation, and he was nothing more than a toy she could put back on the shelf at any time. When betrayal transformed from suspicion into irrefutable evidence, when his lover's laughter became the sharpest blade, Holden didn't break down, didn't confront her. He simply picked up his phone and dialed a lawyer's number: "I need to change my name. And, liquidate everything I own." A meticulously planned disappearance began. Behind him, the woman who thought she was in control remained unaware-her puppet had cut all its strings, and the script she had crafted was about to lose its only leading man.”