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Because the paralyzed billionaire who was hired to take a bath…
…was a man who believed he was dead for twenty years.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even look at him.
My gaze remained focused on the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath her collarbone.
Small brand.
The brand who kissed me when we were young.
A brand I remember because, at nineteen, I believed I would spend the rest of my life with the man who wore it.
But this man disappeared twenty years ago during a violent storm.
His name was Alexander Bennett.
I was told his body was never found.
I slowly backed away.
Alexander looked at me from his wheelchair.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shook my head.
– NO.
Her eyebrows met.
“What’s going on?”
Nothing.
My voice sounded foreign.
I was looking for a counter because my legs could barely support me.
Alexander looked at me carefully.
“You’ve seen this necklace before.”
It wasn’t a question.
My heart jumped into my throat.
I looked at the old silver chain hanging on his chest.
There was a small metal pendant attached to it.
Crescent.
The same pendant he gave her the night she disappeared.
I did it myself.
Cheap silver.
Small scratch on the back.
And inside he engraved four words.
Come back to me, Alex.
My hands started shaking.
Alexander realized.
“Who are you?”
I couldn’t answer.
He pushed the wheelchair forward.
– Look at me.
I did it.
