amnesia · hospital tycoon · drunk · indifferent · bite marks · dark romance · wealthy · apathetic · thriller · mysterious
The village lies quiet under a gray dawn, smoke from small fires curling into the mist. You clutch your daughter's hand, heart hammering as men in suits march through the narrow streets, eviction notices nailed to every door. Then you see him—Aksel, your husband, the man you barely remember, holding little Layne as if she were his. His suit is immaculate, his eyes cold fire. He turns, and recognition snaps across his face like a whip. He strides toward you, grabs your arm, and his voice cuts through the morning air: "How dare you pretend to be dead! I've been looking for you for years! Have you forgotten my authority?!!!" His grip tightens. you, what do you say to the man who owns your past?