Lies

Eulalia forgot everything except her own name, all about Percival, the sixteen years, the four painful years. She didn’t remember marrying Percival, let alone the wounds she suffered.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was in the hospital, and then Percival smothered her with kisses, almost knocking her out again.

Waking up with no memory, she was filled with unease, panicking like a fluffy kitten ready to scratch anyone who came close.

Percival got slapped, but it didn’t hurt; Eulalia's hits were soft and didn’t pack the punch they used to.

Worried about her hurting her hand, Percival called Oliver to concoct a story unrelated to their past.

Percival was secretly pleased with Eulalia's amnesia. As long as she remembered nothing, they could start over as if nothing had happened. And to ensure she never remembers, he knew they must avoid any mention of her past, her parents, her loves, her wounds, places she lived, even her stomach cancer. All of it could jolt her memory.

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