Ryland Grace was certain he had a wife. After all, he wouldn't have a wedding ring prominently displayed on his finger if he didn't. This realization hit him as he began to grasp his surroundings; the only other things on him were the tubes and electrodes connected to his body-some in places where the sun doesn't shine. But that was the least of his worries. What he had completely overlooked was that he had no recollection of who his wife was. Or his own name, for that matter. It certainly wasn't this stunning girl who was with him in what seemed to be a... quarantine room? He didn't care about that detail yet. And the girl, for her part, seemed unconcerned about her state of undress as well. Continue in chapter 1... 𝗥𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝗪𝗲𝗶𝗿