Her Son, His Secret

e memory of Liam, my husband,

ripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Ch

alf-million-dollar check across my own mahogany t

s face softening for her and hardening in cold impatien

their wedding, believing her lies ab

e wanted a wedding planner, I' d be th

s cruelty d

g that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a

and bruised, he accused me of

ckage, an email arrived: my permanent

ust as my brother texted: Liam had another acc

s SIM card and tossed it, choosing t

n New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was brok

He is mine." I told him, c

and our future, had simply transferred to

fe, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), thre

action completed; his life

ressed stranger arrived, hi

u have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It