I Woke Up and the Dream Was Over
Second, a signed medical affidavit from the doctor who had confirmed my biological relationship with Christine.
Third, a sworn confession from the pastry shop's accountant, confirming that the almond croissants had been ordered by Amber's maid, using my name.
Finally, at the bottom of every paper, written in neat, elegant handwriting were the words, "Amber, do you like my birthday gift? Oh, by the way, I had never lost my memory."
The hall erupted in uproar. Whispers crashed through the room like a rising tide.
"Oh my God! So, Maisie was the real Mrs. Scott all along? And Amber was just a shameless mistress?"
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