Jaxen POV
The moment we had s*x, I knew it was an experience I’d never had before.
Scarlett and I couldn’t possibly have had a child together the way my memories claimed.
I didn’t need the pink card she’d shown me with the details that didn’t match.
Even the teasing comments from people around me made it obvious she’d never watched one of my soccer games before.
One by one, the bubbles of my fantasy were popping.
But instead of feeling relieved that I might soon return to normal, I was terrified of what would happen when I did.
If I could go this crazy, invent things that never happened, and cling to her like this, then one thing was painfully clear.
I’d wanted her all along.
I’d wanted her so badly I couldn’t let go.
My memories might be a mess, but my feelings for Scarlett ha
