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For nine years, my marriage to tech titan Julian Gallegos was a fairytale. He was the powerful mogul who adored me, and I was the brilliant architect who was his world. Our love was the kind people whispered about. Then, a car crash stole it all. He woke up with the last nine years of his memory erased. He didn't remember me, our life, or our love. The man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster who saw me as his enemy. Under the influence of his manipulative childhood friend, Helena, he had my brother ki**ed over a petty debt. He didn't stop there. At my brother's funeral, he ordered his men to break both of my legs. His final act of cruelty was stealing my voice-having my vocal cords surgically transplanted into Helena, leaving me mute and shattered. The man who once promised to protect me had become my tormentor. He had taken everything from me. My all-consuming love for him finally curdled into pure, absolute hate. He thought he had destroyed me. But he was wrong. I faked my own death, leaked the evidence that would burn his entire empire to the ground, and vanished. The man I married was already dead. It was time to make the monster wearing his face pay for everything. Chapter 1 Khloe Rojas POV: The first thing I heard when I came to was the frantic beep of a heart monitor and the sterile, cloying scent of antiseptic. My head throbbed with a pain so deep it felt like my skull had been split open and crudely glued back together. But none of that mattered. All I could think about was the screech of tires, the impossible crunch of metal, and the last thing I saw before the world went black: Julian, my husband, throwing his body over mine as our car spun into oblivion. A nurse with kind eyes and a tired face appeared at my bedside. "You're awake. You're at Capital General Hospital. You have a severe concussion and a few broken ribs, but you're going to be okay." Her words were supposed to be comforting, but they were just noise. "My husband," I rasped, my throa
