My Dark Half Saved You

It took seven years for the intruder to leave my body. When I finally opened my eyes, I expected the world to click back into place, like a bone being set. Instead, I was met with the cold, mocking sneer of Steven Ward. “Faking amnesia now, Madeline? What kind of pathetic game are we playing today?” I didn't answer. I couldn't. I stared at him for a heartbeat before the adrenaline surged, and I lunged. I tackled him, my fingers clawing at his throat as a raw, jagged scream tore from my lungs. “Where is Nelson?! Where is Nathaniel?! How am I married to you?!” Seven years ago, I was carrying Nelson’s child. We were weeks away from our wedding. We had a life. We had a soul. How was I standing in this nightmare?