Alysson POV
“Was it all just some sick game?” I asked him. I was crying. I’m completely overwhelmed. When am I going to get a break? I can’t help thinking that I could have avoided years of abuse if only I knew that he was alive, but I didn’t because he didn’t come after me and he didn’t fight for me. The worst part is the moment I saw him for the first time and I said his name. He knew who I was. He had pretended not to know me. It would have been so much better if he had amnesia. He chose to forget me.
“No, it wasn’t a game.” he said. He looked sincere. It was the first time he had any sort of kindness on his face towards me. I didn’t believe him though. Everything he did he did knowing who I was. The clips in his advert were just like our dates, kissing me and pretending it was nothi
