Vanished Lover Chapter 1
Chapter 1 I have amnesia. I remember everyone, except him. I looked at my handsome, grumpy, and decidedly unfond–of–me husband, and shrugged. “Let’s get a divorce,” I said. 1 When Jesse picked me up from the hospital, I almost called the police. Only the sight of our marriage certificate stopped my immediate suspicions. I stared at the photo, the two of us looking anything but happy, and asked, “Are you really my husband? You don’t seem to love me.‘ Jesse’s annoyed expression froze. “I wouldn’t marry someone who doesn’t love ma nither There must be coma mistake!!! < me either. There must be some mistake,” I said. Jesse took me home. The door opened to complete darkness. He stubbed his toe on the entryway. “Why is this thing so raised?” he grumbled. I had no memory of this house….