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# The husband i imagined *A steamy contemporary romance novel*---## PREMISEElena Marchetti, a rising film star, wakes up in a hospital after a car accident with no memory of the last two years. The last face she saw — the last photo she remembers looking at before the accident — belongs to Daniel Ashford, a powerful, guarded tech billionaire she'd only just met once at an event. Convinced he's her husband, she says so out loud in front of the press, his family, and half the hospital staff before he can stop her.Daniel corrects her immediately, privately, the moment they're alone. But by then, the story is already out — and it's solved a very real problem he has: a hostile board vote, a family trust that requires him to be "settled" to retain control of his company, and a tabloid narrative he desperately needed to change. He proposes they let the world keep believing it, just for a few months, while her memory (hopefully) returns and his company crisis resolves.She agrees — she

It took eleven minutes to clear the room.Elena counted them, because counting was easier than thinking, and because Daniel — still holding her hand, she noticed, though his jaw had gone tight enough to crack — counted them too, out loud, in a low voice to the woman with the clipboard, like he was giving her a deadline instead of a request."Everyone out. Now. That includes you, Patricia, whatever the studio told you to get on camera."The woman with the recording phone — Patricia, apparently, though Elena had no memory of ever knowing that name, no memory of anything at all that might explain how a stranger with a phone had ended up standing in her hospital room within hours of a car accident — lowered her phone with visible reluctance and murmured something about "just documenting the recovery, for the fans, they're worried" before a security guard, appearing from nowhere with the practiced efficiency of a man who did this often, walked her out with a firm hand at her elbow.The old

Her room — "your room," Daniel had said, with a small, careful pause before the word that Elena chose not to examine, though she noticed it, filed it away with the growing collection of small things she was noticing and not yet examining — had a view of the water and a bed she was certain, with total confidence and zero evidence, she had never actually slept in.The room itself was beautiful in an understated way, all soft linens and pale wood, a shelf of books along one wall that looked well-used rather than decorative, a window seat overlooking the bluff where the light was already starting to go gold with late afternoon. It didn't feel staged. It felt, oddly, like a room someone had actually lived in once, briefly, and then left waiting."We'll say the accident's left you needing space to recover," Daniel said, standing in the doorway like he was reluctant to fully commit to entering, one hand braced against the frame. "Separate rooms won't raise questions. Recovering wives get sep