Love That Came Too Late Is Empty
While my husband, Gerald Brown, was abroad negotiating a business deal, he was drugged and spent the night with a female secretary from a rival company.
The drug’s side effects scrambled his memory so badly that he forgot who I was.
He kicked me out of the master bedroom and let the secretary smash my grandmother’s heirloom.
I told myself he was sick and stayed silently by his side.
But when I suggested taking him for a medical checkup, he hit me for the first time.
“Who do you think you are? Only Ailey is allowed to touch me. If she gets jealous, you’ll regret it.”
When the secretary framed me, he pushed me down the stairs, and I suffered a miscarriage.
Late one night, when my heart condition flared up, I went to his study for medicine but overheard him talking to his friend outside the door.
“Faking amnesia to bring Ailey home is one thing, but why replace your wife’s heart medication? Now, she’ll never return to the hospital for surgery.”
Gerald just chuckled. “If I don’t keep her weak, she’ll go to the hospital and check the hospital records and find out I was never drugged. Ailey’s been timid since childhood and even went undercover for me in a rival company. I can’t betray her.”