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The Man Who Remembered Too Much

She thinks she’s caring for a helpless invalid. She doesn’t know she’s living with a spy.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the blinding white light of the hospital room. Then, I saw her face. My wife, Sarah, was leaning over the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, gripping my hand so tightly her knuckles were white. The doctor stood behind her, adjusting his glasses. "He's awake," the doctor said softly. "But with the head trauma, we have to expect amnesia."

I looked at Sarah. I saw the flash of relief in her eyes—not because I was alive, but because the doctor said I wouldn't remember. So, I made a choice in that split second. I blinked slowly, pulled my hand away, and asked the question that saved my life: "Who are you?"

"For eight years, I have played the role of the confused husband. I let the woman who tried to kill me spoon-feed me soup."

The truth is, I remember everything. My memory is crystal clear. I remember the night before the accident. I remember the argument about the life insurance policy. But most vividly, I remember walking into the garage late at night to get a screwdriver and seeing Sarah underneath my car. I remember the metallic snap of the wire cutters. I remember her sliding out, wiping grease on a rag, and smiling to herself in the dark.

The next morning, when I hit the brakes on the highway and the pedal went to the floor, I knew exactly why. She had cut the brake lines.

She thinks she got away with it. She thinks she has a second chance to mold me into the perfect, obedient husband. But for eight years, while she sleeps, I have been awake. I have found the hidden bank accounts. I have recorded her phone calls. I have copies of the texts she sent her lover the day of my crash. I have been faking memory loss to gather evidence against her. The file is finally complete. Tomorrow, my memory is going to make a miraculous recovery, and her life is going to crash just as hard as my car did.

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