Wrong Marriage

My husband sent me to die.

But death didn’t want me.

The plane crash should’ve killed me.

Instead, I woke up in a hospital bed with no memory—not of the crash, not of my name, not of the man at my side.

He says he’s my husband. He’s kind, protective… and yet, something about him feels dangerous.

And somewhere, buried in the shadows of my mind, is a terrible truth.

Because someone tried to kill me.

And I think I once loved him.