When He Remembered Me

I saved amnesiac Holt Thornton and worked myself to the bone for three years to support him.

But after he recovered his memories, he called me a gold-digger who seduced him for money.

He let his lover force liquor down my throat, personally signed the papers, and bulldozed the home where we'd survived together.

After that fiasco, I had a gastric hemorrhage and lost two-thirds of my stomach. I left with nothing and fled far away.

Later, when he learned the truth, he knelt before me with red-rimmed eyes, telling me over and over that he loved me, begging me to come back.