In a car accident eight years ago, Zoe lost her memory. She was on her way home in the rain when another car swerved into her lane and collided with her, causing devastating damage.
She had no recollection of her life prior to the accident when she awoke in the hospital. She was given a variety of treatments by doctors to help her remember, but none of them worked.
The experimental procedures, medication, and therapy all failed.
As a result, she rebuilt her life from scratch.
She started writing, moved to a new city, and eventually released her first book. I met her at that time.
She used a male pen name and avoided interviews and promotional photos as her books gained popularity. At the time, I didn’t think much of it.
She won a few awards, and her books became bestsellers.
She is an accomplished writer now, and I am proud of her.
Our two children adore her. Michael, who was from a different state, took over for my boss recently.
He planned a party and invited us to bring our partners so that he could get to know us better. Despite the invitation’s casual tone, it was clear that we needed to impress.
The party was lively, with people chatting and laughing while soft music played in the background.
The house had a buffet table full of delicious food and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling.
It was beautifully decorated. I was holding Zoe’s hand as I stood by the drinks table.
In a dress that was navy blue, she was stunning. I said, “Hey, Mike,” as my new boss came up to us.
Zoe, my wife, is here.
She caught Michael’s attention with wide eyes.
Zoe’s face became pale and she appeared terrified. Michael suddenly yelled, “Stella?
I can’t believe it! Oh my god!
Zoe appeared to exert herself to make herself look shocked.
Do you know me?
“You have been missing for eight years! He searched for you.
. .
” Michael’s voice waned.
The possibility of finally learning about Zoe’s past astonished me.
However, she took Michael by the hand and led him to a quiet area of the room. I concealed myself nearby as I followed them.
Zoe said harshly, “Listen to me carefully. ” You will regret telling him that you found me in the future.
You won’t dare!
” But Stella.
. .
Michael began. Put aside this name.
She insisted, “I’m Zoe.
” Because I could no longer hide, I came forward.
Honey, Zoe, please inform me of the situation. Have you ever had memory loss?
” She let out a deep sigh. I did.
However, I did not inform you that my memory returned two years ago.
I was stunned.
Why did you not inform me? ” My cruel boyfriend driving me around in the car was my last memory.
He was cruel to me, jealous, and always checking my phone. There was nobody else around when the police found me.
I was left there to die.
Michael gave her a concerned look.
We thought you were dead, Stella, not Zoe. He has been searching for you because.
. .
well, he is still obsessed.
” Why didn’t you tell me this sooner, Zoe?
I was both angry and sad when I asked. I was afraid.
I didn’t want him to come back and find me. She elaborated, “I didn’t want our life to be destroyed.
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