His Amnesiac Lie: My Stolen Life

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the time I was done, Hardin and Carina were long gone. I had to take a taxi back to

he annual Morrison Dynamics Innovators Conference was that evening. "It's the bi

it was where he would officially in

I arrived at the grand convention center, I saw Hardin waiting by the entrance, l

ront of me, blocking my path. "Ma'am,

, confused. "I'm with him.

isting his lips. "Yeah, right. Do you know how many wome

' s view of me. He couldn

ce rising in panic. "Just

uld recover, a wave of icy, grimy water washed over me, smelling of disinfectant. It soaked my hair and dress, leaving me shivering in a puddle of profou

ole body trembled with a mixture of rage and utter helples

ng out, Carina clinging to his ar

cried out, m

ped. He

disturbance. This woman was trying to crash the event, claiming she was with you

ress, the filth on my skin, the raw scrape on my elbow. There was no r

," he said, his voic

rned and w

sounds of the city fading into a dull roar. "Hardin," I

rn, blocked his view of me, tugging on his arm. "Darling, we'll be late for the ke

s voice muffled. He didn't look ba

inside me died, leaving

a dark, reeking alley, and threw me to the ground. "Stay down," one of them snarled, his face a mask of

echo from a time that felt like another life. "I' ll protect this

my heart was a dull, heavy ache that was someho

prison. Each memory, once a source of comfort, now fell like a

ing face swam in and out of focus. Hi

reprieve. The last thing I felt before I blacked out