The Cage He Called Love

Alistair Graves stopped at nothing to have me. He drove my family into bankruptcy and forced my fiancé to marry his sister. I would rather shatter than bend, so I threw myself from the attic window. The fall did not kill me or cripple me, but it took every one of my memories. So he lied to me and told me we had been in love. For the next five years, I lived on the private island he bought for me and played the obedient Mrs. Graves. Then this Thanksgiving, he said something had come up and he could not spend the holiday with me. I wanted to celebrate with him, so I secretly took the speedboat into the city. Outside a private room at a members' club, I saw him with his arm around Scarlett Delacroix, the hottest actress of the moment. She appeared bright and bold as she laughed, exactly like the woman I had been before he destroyed me. Someone teased, "You're skipping Thanksgiving at home? Aren't you worried your precious wife will get upset?" Alistair kissed Scarlett's cheek and said carelessly, "The moon is prettier left up in the sky. Once you actually get your hands on it, you realize it's nothing special."