Liam let out a jagged curse under his breath.
"They did memory regression shock therapy," I continued, my voice trembling. "My memories weren't gone; they were just... scrambled. Rewritten. He hit me again one night, and it was like a switch flipped. I remembered everything."
"That sick son of a b***h," Wesley growled, standing up and beginning to pace the room, his jaw tight with fury.
Liam’s fists were balled so tight his knuckles were ghost-white. "He made me do so much," I whispered.
Wesley stopped pacing. Liam’s voice came out deep and dark, vibrating with a lethal kind of protective rage. "What do you mean, Sarah? Did he force you to be with him?"
I couldn't look him in the eye. I looked down at my hands instead. "He said I was his wife. That I was his for the taking. If I said
