Memory
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Jennifer feels trapped in a toxic marriage to her husband, Nicolas, and has long since buried her hopes for happiness. But when she grows closer to David, the father of one of her students, she finds herself drawn to him in ways she can't explain. Even more puzzling is the strange bond she feels with his daughter, Isabella, as though they've met before. As Jennifer and David's connection deepens, unsettling memories, unanswered questions, and hidden secrets begin to surface. The more Jennifer uncovers about her past, the more she realizes that her life may not be what it seems. Caught between loyalty, love, and a truth that has been hidden for years, Jennifer must decide whether to follow her heart or remain in the life she has always known.
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Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

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