Semua Bab TIME DOESN'T HEAL ALL WOUNDS: Bab 1 - Bab 5

*Warning* Strong language, explicit sexual content and emotional triggers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!Ten years ago, I purchased a beautiful antique golden pocket watch with engraved initials. “E.R.A. “Also, I was able to score an old Tiffany & Co. Return to Tiffany Tag Necklace and Bracelet in Silver and a pair of ladies Sperry Navy sneakers in size nine and half. I was so happy with this haul, especially since I only paid $50 altogether.Little did I know that my little weekly thrift store and antiquing outing for my online vintage store called Poor Little Rich Girl would end up allowing me to become a time traveler. I thought I had scored big by just discovering a pocket watch that had my initials on it. I have always been a huge history buff.My name is Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss.I have been traveling for so long through different time periods. I almost forgot what era I am really from until I heard two Englishmen in 1830 at a pub called "Illusions" say the phrase "Unfortunately, Samuel

They had failed to complete successfully the mandatory counseling or stay away from me.Every time I reported their violations, my father and my soon- to – be ex-husband got them out of the jam.They even wanted me to go to court and rescind the order of protection, but I refused to do so.However, every time they did something bad to me, my husband demanded I forgive them and let it go. So, to keep the peace in my home, I regretfully didn’t make a fuss. He would make them apologize to me, and somehow it became my fault. Since I won’t rescind the charges against them. I was in love and foolishly trusted him. I stopped putting myself first, too afraid to have a failed marriage under my belt.My husband had recently ended an 18-month undercover sting where him and his team had taken down a vicious Mexican cartel operating in the U.S. called La Familia. He was able to rescue over two hundred women and children from shipping containers that were being sex-trafficked. He had promised me wh

That first year, I traveled and got reacquainted with New York and old friends.The second year, I bumped into an old college classmate leaving the gym one day. Tyler Momoa was a recently retired professional football player. He owned the gym and a couple of others. He is half black and half Samoan with a huge loving family that instantly embraced me.Tyler, from the very beginning, was overprotective of me, generous, loving, patient and considerate. He even confessed he had a crush on me in college but was scared to tell me. Since he was told by my old roommate, I don’t date athletes. She hadn’t lied to him.We dated for two years before he proposal on the 4th of July in front of family and friends. I was overjoyed to be planning my future with him.However, all that Independence Day and the week that followed, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. I would observe my surroundings, but nothing seemed out of place. No one seemed to be following me.Finally, one day, I was w