Whispers of Christmas Moon

My fiancé almost died.And when he did, he took everything with him.His memories—gone. His presence in my life—taken by his manipulative, rich family. His love for me, the love he said he’d have forever—out of sight and out of mind, quite literally.

So, when he rents out my restaurant to host a Christmas party also honoring his new tech company, my heart shatters all over again.

The harrowing truth is, he won’t remember me, even if we lock eyes. Even if I scream out his name and tell him who I am, he’ll stare at me blankly, at a loss to recall the life we once had together.

Because the man who’s standing in the middle of the restaurant, with the blonde woman in his arms, still has the same dark hair and kind eyes—but he’s all wrong now. He’s dressed up instead of dressed down, serious looking when he should look kind and easy going. Angry when he should look happy.

And worst of all? When his eyes briefly pass over me, he’s gazing upon me as if I’m a stranger and nothing more.

I should go about my life. Should move on, continue to act like he’s dead.

But when he confronts me after the party, and his lips brush against mine, I don’t stop him.

And as he desperately begs me for answers, I fight to give him every part of me all over again.

I can’t do that. Can’t let my guard drop. Can't let him love me again.

Because losing him a second time? I hardly survived it the first time. I won't survive a repeat.