Chapter 2The Amnesia Protocol

Three months ago, my memory started getting hazy and chaotic.

Arthur lied to me, saying it was trauma from a minor car accident, and pretended to take me to endless doctors.

It turns out, the "medication" he was giving me to "cure" my memory loss was actually the drug causing it.

The man I trusted most in the world was playing a sick, twisted game with my emotions.

The heartbreak was so severe I could barely breathe.

Coupled with the devastating news of my father's passing, a heavy, crushing weight settled deep in my chest.

Freezing rain began to fall.

Memories flooded my mind like a surging tide.

During my amnesia, Arthur would often smile and gently test me:

"Chloe, what do you think our relationship is?"

I would shake my head.

He would say, "Chloe, we're best friends. I'm helping your husband take care of you."

Friends?

I laughed bitterly at myself.

The rain soaked me down to my bones.