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When I opened my eyes after eighteen months in a coma, I expected to see Tyler's face filled with relief and tears of joy. Instead, I found myself staring at a wedding announcement pinned to my hospital room bulletin board. Tyler Brooks and Vanessa Kane, married three weeks ago at Riverside Manor. The woman in the white dress was radiant, glowing with happiness as she kissed my husband under an arch of white roses.
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What Tyler didn't know was that his new wife had been stealing from his business accounts for months, and I had the proof locked away in a safety deposit box he'd forgotten I had access to. What Vanessa didn't know was that our marriage was never legally dissolved, making her an unwitting participant in bigamy. But the biggest surprise of all was what I discovered about the night of my accident, and how it would bring both their carefully constructed lies crashing down.
The fluorescent lights above my hospital bed buzzed with an irritating frequency that somehow felt both foreign and familiar. My throat was raw, my voice nothing more than a scratchy whisper when I tried to call for a nurse. The calendar on the wall read March 15th, 2024. The last date I remembered was September 3rd, 2022.
Eighteen months of my life had simply vanished, erased by what the medical charts at the foot of my bed called a traumatic brain injury sustained in a motor vehicle accident. Dr. Rachel Martinez found me sitting up in bed, staring at that wedding announcement with trembling hands. Rachel had been my college roommate before she became one of Cedar Falls' most respected neurologists, and the relief in her dark eyes when she saw me awake was genuine and overwhelming.
She rushed to my bedside, her professional composure cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Amanda, thank God," she whispered, taking my hand in both of hers. "We weren't sure you'd ever wake up. Your brain activity had been so minimal for the past six months that we'd started discussing long-term care options. " I held up the wedding announcement, my voice barely audible. "Rachel, what is this? When did Tyler get married? " The color drained from her face. She glanced toward the door, then back at me, clearly struggling with how much to reveal.
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