Iris Mercer was never meant to be loved. Not in that marriage. Not by a man like Elliot Graves. It was supposed to be an arrangement. It became a year of shared silence that was never empty, of touches that were careful not to want too much, and a love that grew anyway, stubborn and deep. Then Elliot forgot her. The accident took the year that belonged to her. It left Elliot with memories of another woman, a different life. A life before Iris. He remembers nothing of the marriage that changed him. Iris remembers it all. She watches her husband move through their home in a body that knows her but a mind that does not. She hears Elliot's voice form another man's words. She grieves for a love that existed only in a single, stolen year, because some kinds of love are not repeated. They are built once, and lost forever. This story contains explicit intimacy, strong language, emotional trauma, and themes of memory loss, manipulation, and familial abuse. Intended for mature readers only.

Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms. ~~~~ He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when inoccence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her. He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing. 'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise. ~~~~ "I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika". -Agustin DeLuca.