His Secret Wife, His Public Shame

From the back cover

My boss shoved me into a room to handle a VIP patient who was threatening suicide. She was Evelin Bennett, a famous fashion influencer, hysterical over her fiancé.

But when she tearfully showed me a photo of the man she loved, my world shattered. It was my husband of two years, Ben, a kind construction worker I'd found after an accident left him with amnesia. Except in this photo, he was Bernard Logan, a ruthless tycoon standing in front of a skyscraper bearing his name.

Just then, the real Bernard Logan walked in, dressed in a suit that cost more than my car.

He strode past me as if I didn't exist and wrapped his arms around Evelin.

"Baby, I'm here," he murmured, his voice the same deep, soothing tone he used on me after a bad day. "I'll never leave you again. I promise."

He had made that exact promise to me a hundred times over.

He kissed her forehead, declaring he loved only her-a performance for an audience of one: me. He was showing me that our entire marriage, our life together during his amnesia, was a secret to be buried.

As he carried her from the room, his cold eyes met mine one last time.

The message was clear: You are a problem to be erased.