Time does not betray deep love
Chapter 1
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My boyfriend has amnesia.
But he only forgot me.
He’s faking it.
I haven’t called him on it yet.
Our marriage certificate’s now a divorce
decree.
But get this: three days later, the wedding I
spent a freakin‘ month planning is still
happening.
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Same groom, different bride.
It’s his on–again, off–again ex.
Next time I see him, he’s grabbing my arm, all
worked up. “Sarah, where the hell have you
been? Why haven’t you called?”
I play it cool, like I don’t know him from
Adam, and give him the side–eye. “Excuse
me, mister, do I know you?”
“Sarah, sign the damn papers.”
That’s Mark speaking. Short, sweet, and to
the point.
keen my mouth shut
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I keep my mouth shut.
He doesn’t need my permission, so he hangs
- up.
Mark is my boyfriend.
He lost his memory.
And the first thing he did after waking up was
call me and demand a divorce.
We got married in the morning, and by
afternoon, it’s like it never happened.
I get to the courthouse and Mark isn’t alone.
He’s got his arm around some chick I know
all too well.
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It’s his ex, Ashley, who he’s broken up and
gotten back together with like five times.
That is, until I came along.
Now, Mark doesn’t remember me.
And she’s back in the picture.
Ashley’s smile disappears when she sees me.
She stammers, “Sarah, it’s not what you
think. Mark and I are just…”
She tightens her grip on his arm, like that
says it all.
Mark grabs her hand, real possessive, and
says, “I asked Ashley to come with me. Don’t
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get the wrong idea, she’s my girlfriend.”
My heart just did a face–plant.
I catch Ashley giving me a look, like she’s
won the lottery, and I just nod, numb.
The divorce line isn’t too long.
The clerk gives me this weird look when she
sees me.
She remembers us from this morning, getting
our marriage license.
She even said, “Congrats, may you have a
long and happy life together!”
Now here we are, hours later.
And Ashley’s on Mark’s arm, not me.
I’m standing there, all alone.
The clerk purses her lips, looking from one of
us to the other.
After a long pause, she says, “This isn’t how
it works.”
Mark’s getting impatient.
He’s got to get this done.
He makes a phone call.
Next thing I know, I’m holding the divorce
papers.
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I give a little laugh, but it’s pretty bitter.
Ashley pretends to be considerate. “Now that
you’re divorced, you’re not still planning on
living at Mark’s place, right?”
She tries to look sympathetic. “Oh, I know
you don’t have anywhere else to go. But you
were married, so if you want to crash there
for a few days, Mark probably wouldn’t say
no…‘
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Mark cuts her off, cold as ice. “You’re
divorced now. You need to move out today.”
His tone is cruel, and it’s like he thinks he’s
right to say it.
It’s like he’s not the one playing pretend.
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My throat tightens up.
I stare at the bright red divorce papers in my
hand.
Is that why he’s faking the amnesia?
Seriously?
I’m not some clingy psycho.
If he wants a divorce, I’m not going to beg
him to stay with me.
It’s a joke that five years together is worth
nothing more than this crappy ending.
I take a deep breath. “Fine.”
