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MY HUSBAND'S FORGOTTEN MEMORIES
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Complete, First published Jul 12
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When pilot Elijah Reyes disappears in a tragic plane crash, his wife Rean Royce is left clinging to hope-and carrying their unborn child. But when Elijah is found alive months later, he no longer remembers her. Worse, another woman claims him as her own. As Rean fights to reclaim her husband from the shadows of manipulation and lies, truths begin to unravel-about obsession, survival, and the lengths love will go to be remembered. A tale of heartbreak, healing, and fierce devotion, a powerful story of how even after the darkest skies, love can still bring you home.
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