issa

ity washed over me, yet no matter how hard I tr

as he took a step back, and for the first t

lled back neatly, but the scar that traced from

lying motionless on the ground invaded my t

is man seemed certain that I was someone he recognized a

orced from his wife, and I couldn't understand why he w

senger seat, still dressed in my wedding gown and makeup. I felt a swirl

rifted off in my thoughts, utterly exhausted, because the next thing I knew

let me go, still believing I was his wife. Before long, we were

ry time he reached out, I instinctively recoiled,

but my mind was foggy, and I struggled to recall why. I noticed

orrowful gaze piercing through me. I stared bac

an't you grasp that?" I retorted sharply, notici

lize it," he insisted, stepping out of t

a scoff and walked into

am not your wi..." My words trail

that picture, or a woman who looked exactly like me. She was in a beautiful wedding dress,

es as the weight of the moment overwhelmed me. Th

rt of my life I

ming to be my husband? Deep do

knew about, or maybe he was

ed absurd. I had grown up with my parents, and just a

him away. Gathering my strength, I stood up to confront him. He looked at me with an expectati

showed me was altered to deceiv

o be a part of it," I declared, watching as he smirked a

play some kind of game with you, Clarissa? You are my wife, just as you have always been, and nothing will ever change that," he murmured slowly

a strange familiarity, as if I had seen him in my dreams. Yet h

o keep me here just because of who you believ

me. For now, go to bed," he replied, leaning towards me, i looked away from him