The Wife He Loves to Hate

I was twenty years old when my world shattered. Catching my boyfriend cheating sent me running blindly into the woods, falling into a dark, endless hole. When I finally opened my eyes, ten years had vanished. A little girl was wrapping her tiny arms around me, sobbing, calling me *Mommy*. I thought she had mistaken me for someone else—until I looked into the mirror and saw the face of a thirty-year-old woman staring back at me. In the blink of an eye, I had been thrust into a life I had no memory of creating: A home I didn't recognize. A daughter I didn't remember giving birth to. And a marriage crumbling into ashes. Then he walked in. Liam Montgomery. My childhood best friend. The boy who had spent his life protecting me, whom I had never once seen as more than a brother. Except now, he was my husband—and he looked at me with a coldness that cut deeper than any blade. He accused me of having a ruthless affair with a man named Edward Fox. He said I was the one who handed over my father's billion-dollar empire to a stranger, ruined my family, and tore our marriage apart. “You begged me to marry you, Abigail,” he said bitterly. But I didn't remember. I didn't remember marrying Liam. I didn't remember loving Edward. And I certainly didn't remember becoming the monster everyone now despised. But deep down, I know one undeniable truth: I would never choose anyone over Liam. What really happened during those ten missing years? Why does every shred of evidence point straight at my guilt? And if Liam hates me as much as he claims... why do his eyes still burn with a desperate, heartbreaking urge to love me?