LOGINThey threw her off a bridge. The husband that she was willing to burn the world for was the same person who thought it wise to murder her. With Arya dead, Edgar frolicked with his mistress in public, assured that he had succeeded in life. But when his dead wife showed up at his wedding a year after he killed her, he knew his good days were over. With faked amnesia, Arya was ready to turn their lives upside down. She tormented them from the shadows, acted all innocent in their presence. She was no longer the naïve woman who let people take advantage of her. She was back, stronger. But there was Lucien, a former fiancé who would walk through fire for her. He wanted to be her revenge tool. He wanted to claim her and never lose her like he did in the past.
View More~Arya~
It started with a strange text from an anonymous source as soon as I landed in the airport, one I brushed off as spam.
-Catch the next flight back home now, Mrs Sinclair. Your life is in danger.
With a roll of my eyes, I silenced the device, dragging my suitcase behind me on the airport floor. The place was packed with people waiting to receive their loved ones, but I was searching for an agent assigned to me from the travel agency I had booked my flight with. My phone buzzed again. Another text.
-Your husband is planning to get rid of you, Arya.
The informal tone of the message was enough to put me on edge, but I ignored it. I switched the device off and shoved it into the pocket of my pants. My husband loved me to death. He would never cheat on me, let alone harm me. It wasn't the first time I had received texts like that. As the co-founder of one of the biggest real estate companies in America, people sent death threats every now and then. They hated success stories, and they did their best to intimidate me. But it never worked.
It was my first vacation with my husband since we got married. Edgar and I planned it for months. Despite the workload that came with running a company, we were finally able to clear a few weeks off our schedule to have fun as a couple. I wasn't about to let weird spam texts ruin that for me.
"Are you Mrs Arya Sinclair?" I heard a man ask as I approached the waiting crowd. He was holding a welcome placard and flowers that were meant for me. I flashed him a smile and nodded.
"Yes, that's me."
"Welcome to Hawaii. I am the tour guide assigned to you for your stay." He stretched the bouquet to me as we walked out of the airport building and pointed at a black car in the parking lot. "Will you like me to drive you to your hotel?"
"No, thank you. I'll go there myself."
I wanted to surprise Edgar. He left New York earlier for a business trip and decided to wait for me at the hotel we were staying for our vacation. He expected me to land in Hawaii in a week from now, but I wrapped things up quickly just so I could surprise him. A smile lit up my face as I imagined how happy he would be to see me.
The tour guide gave me directions to the hotel, with the car key and the access card to my hotel suite. I hit the road as soon as I could, eagerly blasting songs from the car stereo.
An hour later, I was walking through the hallway leading to the suite that had been reserved for Edgar and I. I stepped into the living room, my fingers wrapped around the handle of my suitcase, only to have a strange sense of dread wash over me. Everything looked out of place. A bottle of wine sat on a table, two glasses beside it with smudges of red lipstick on the rim of one of them. I made my way to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Edgar lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone absently. Subconsciously, I did a clean sweep of the room. The sheets were rumpled. Scattered around on the floor were pieces of Edgar's clothing, a tie, socks thrown in different directions, his shirt hanging from the bed. The faint scent of fruity perfume that I didn't recognize lingered in the air. His hair was ruffled in the kind of way that suggested something wild had just gone down
He finally noticed my presence and looked up at me. “Arya,” he let out in a high pitched tone. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to show up till next week.”
I narrowed my eyes at him as he got out of bed and walked to me in nothing but his briefs. Smiling brightly, he threw his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug which I reciprocated halfheartedly. The fruity scent grew a lot stronger as he approached
“Someone was here,” I stated flatly, my eyes locked with his.
He pulled away, a slight frown forming on his face. “Why do you say so?”
Well, there were indications that he wasn’t alone. Without saying a word, I pointed to the glasses of wine on the table. His eyes darted in the direction of my hand before he hastily replied. “I had two business associates over and we chatted over wine. They left shortly before you got here.”
“Women?”
“Just one woman.”
Skeptical, I brushed past him, going further into the room. “Did she come in here? Because I smell her everywhere.”
Edgar chuckled. “She must have a very good perfume collection then.”
I spun on my heel to shoot a glare at him. “I wasn’t joking, Edgar."
His forehead creased into thin lines. He leaned against the doorframe, his brows raised. “What are you insinuating, Arya?"
It was suspicious. A simple business business meeting in a hotel suite wouldn’t result in a messy room with personal belongings thrown around everywhere. I shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
He sighed, trotting to me. “You must be exhausted after such a long flight. I’ll get lunch delivered so you’ll eat and catch some sleep.” He crouched to my level, a small smile lining his face. “I’m sure you know I'd never do anything stupid to you, not after the years we’ve spent together.”
I buried my face in my palms. He was right. I was well aware of that. What was I even thinking in the first place? Hell would freeze over before Edgar would cheat on me. I trusted him with my life.
“I’m jet lagged,” I said in an attempt to redeem myself. “And hungry. Please place an order for that meal.”
With a satisfactory nod, he rose to his full height and headed to the bedside drawer to retrieve a file.
“You should have told me you were coming so I'd pick you up at the airport.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“It's a pleasant surprise. It’s a good thing you’re here.” He placed the file and a pen beside me. “I need your signature on that document to close up an important deal with a client.”
As I scribbled my signature in the space indicated, Edgar punched numbers into the intercom on the drawer and had a brief conversation with the person on the other end. I crawled into bed while he took the file away. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and stared at the text on the screen blankly.
–ARYA MANCHESTER, THINK TWICE BEFORE SIGNING ANYTHING.
~Arya~“I think I have delayed you for long enough,” Carter was saying. There was an emergency.”Edgar placed his hand on mine and squeezed gently. I kept my smile in place, getting rid of all traces to fear from my expression. “As we can see here…” the doctor continued. He pointed to an image on the screen. “This is the result of the MRI scan. The gray area you see here is a portion of her temporal lobes. Unfortunately, she must have suffered blunt trauma to the head, because they are quite damaged.”What was going on? My temporal lobes were just fine, the results weren’t switched so what the hell was Carter talking about.?“She really has amnesia?” Edgar asked sharply. “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with the results?““Why would you even assume that, Mr Sinclair? You think I’m a quack who’d be careless enough to let her results get tampered with.”An awkward laugh ripped past Edgar’s throat. “Now there’s no need to get so defensive, doc. I know how good you are. I just…” he p
~Arya~He held me tightly as we made our way through the hospital hallway. It wasn’t a place I'd ever been to, but it felt oddly familiar. It was almost like I was back at the asylum they had locked me up in for the illegal transplant. The mode of operation was the same. Disorganized wards, nurses battling out orders over each other’s voices, unkempt doctors, the list went on. I clutched my purse tightly, trailing beside him.“Come, Arya.” Edgar led me into the doctor’s office. I did a clean sweep of the place. When my eyes landed on the doctor in question, a small gasp flew past my throat.It was the same man in that hospital. The same person that worked with Edgar. Hastily, I read his name off a plaque. Doctor Sullivan Carter.“Mr Sinclair,” he acknowledged, rising to his feet as we walked in. “i’m pleased to see you again.”Was this another trap? Did Edgar bring me to this man to see if I'd react in a certain way? I stood upright, inhaling deeply. Judging by the way they were scrut
~Arya~I agreed to go to the hospital with him despite myself. If he needed one more confirmation that I wasn't faking my amnesia, I had to give him that. When he was a lot calmer, he finally decided to open the door. But before he could take a step out, Lucien slammed him against him, dealing a punch to his jaw.“What the hell did you do to her?” he rasped, pressing a hand tight on Edgar's neck. The latter flailed helplessly, thrashing against Nigel so he could breathe. He glanced at me for assistance, and I looked away.“You spent a long time in there with her,” Lucien continued. He turned to me and trailed his gaze down my form, eyes darkening at the sight of the bruises. “You’re a fucking bastard.” he drew his hand back, landing another punch. Edgar slumped to the floor, blood spilling from a cut on his lips.“Lucien,” I called out in a high pitched tone, rushing to them. “Stop it. Have you forgotten where we are?”He left Edgar alone and faced me, completely furious. “Are you goi
~Arya~I froze, staring at him wide eyed. He had flared up in the blink of an eye, leaving me battling with the fear that crept up with every passing second. I shouldn’t react in such a manner, shouldn’t give him so much power over me, but I couldn’t help it. My hands had turned clammy. My stomach twisted with disgust. Filling my lungs with air, I slid away from him.“Do you think the board election was rigged?” I sounded a lot calmer than I felt. “If you think that way, then we should host another with the employees, give them a chance to air out their thoughts, don’t you think?”“No!” he snapped, voice straining. “You can’t do that.”“Why? You’re not confident of winning that either?”He was becoming more unsettled as time slipped by. “Everyone is curious about you, Arya. Do you think I can win their trust right now?”I opened my mouth to speak, but a banging sound on the door interrupted. “Get out here, Sinclair,” Lucien was yelling at the other side of the door.Edgar glanced at
~Arya~Lucien linked his fingers together, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched Edgar. The latter was on the verge of breaking down. His knuckles had turned white, and he was crumpling the document in his hands. “I got them through legal means. That’s all you need to know. Now–” he cut himself off, gesturing to the paper Edgar was holding. “Care to tell me why you’re tearing my proof of share ownership?"Taken aback, Edgar threw the paper on the table, running his hand down his pants. “I got carried away, Mr Vale. It's nothing to get saucy over.”“The only one getting saucy here is you.”“Gentlemen,” Mr Anderson interrupted tactfully, his eyes darting between Edgar and Lucien. “We’re here to hold a voting to determine Mrs Sinclair’s status in this company. Can we commence, please?”Lucien’s face broke out in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He nodded, linking his fingers together. “Let’s begin.”The voting commenced. A ballot box was placed in a corner, and everyone
~Arya~His hands balled into tight fists. Furious, he closed the distance between us, leaning into me. “You haven't changed one bit, Arya,” he whispered fiercely. “You’re still full of yourself, desperate to have the same power I do. But times are different. The people you see here today are all on my side. None of them will support you.”I stared straight into his eyes, unflinching. “Once again, Mr Sinclair, be careful with your assumptions.”He let out an exasperated breath, stepping away from me. I could see his confidence waver. The men he was willing to put his trust in didn’t look like they were on his side. Of course, some were loyal, a few people I could pinpoint. But others were curious about the dead wife who had returned. “Gentlemen,” he huffed. “Let’s adjourn this meeting. As we all know, Mrs Sinclair is not in her right mind. This is all my fault, I should have kept her in check as her husband. I will make sure she gets the right treatment before she resumes affairs her












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