William stopped breathing. He stared at her, tears instantly welling in his eyes. “Victoria?”
“I remember,” she gasped, pulling away from him, her hands trembling.
But the relief didn’t come. Instead, a wave of terror washed over her. She remembered loving William–the passion, the “White Knight,” the storm. But in the same second, she remembered “Elena.” She remembered the safety of the Brooklyn apartment. She remembered the peace she felt with Marcus Thorne, the man who had saved her when she was broken.
Two lives, completely contradictory, crashed into one mind. She looked at William, the “Divided Husband” who had broken her heart and saved it a dozen times, and then she looked toward the Guest House where Marcus was.
“I remember everything,” Victoria sobbed, pressing her hands to her temples as the “Duality” tore her apart. “I remember loving you… and I remember being happy without you.”