Waking Up Married to My First Love’s Killer

After the car crash, I lost seven years of my memory.

I went from a fresh college graduate to the mother of a six-year-old boy overnight.

My husband, Julian Vance, was a complete stranger to me. He was the CEO of a tech startup, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and looked incredibly handsome and refined. He was patient, attentive, and stayed by my side in the hospital every single day.

My parents and my best friend, Ashley Miller, all told me that marrying Julian was the smartest decision I had ever made.

But to me, everything felt incredibly creepy.