Chapter 13

The plane ticket to Paris was my escape plan. A clean break from everything.

I told no one, spent two days quietly packing, and called an Uber for JFK at dawn.

1 dozed off in the cat.

When I woke up. I was in a stranger’s house.

The interior looked like something out of Architectural Digest – all Restoration Hardware warmth and designer touches. Outside, a pristine winter landscape stretched endlessly, mountains rising in the distance.

A young woman in scrubs came in, smiling. “Time for your medication, Mrs. Pierce.”

My heart stopped.

“Where’s Nathan?”

“Mr. Pierce will be here by seven. The mountain roads are tricky in the snow, but he never misses his schedule.”

“My phone? My luggage?”

Another practiced smile. “Let’s focus on your medication. I can’t help with anything else.”

“What exactly is wrong with me?” My voice was eerily calm.

“After your accident, the trauma triggered some delusional episodes. The doctor prescribed regular medication.”

“So I’m a prisoner.”

“There’s no car here. Only authorized vehicles can get up the mountain. Besides, in your condition, travel isn’t

advised.”

the pills out the window and turned to her. “If I’m delusional, then anything I do makes perfect

her professional mask cracking.

seven sharp,

Brunello coat and Tom Ford gloves, bringing

broke down halfway up. Had to walk a few miles, but I made it by seven, like

at him coldly. “Home? Isn’t your real home

indulgently. “Emma, darling, don’t be

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Artemide lamp

right where his burn scar was,

up. “Not your style? I’ll have your favorite designer piece

me snapped. “Why are you doing this? Why? I was leaving! You had your affair, I just wanted a divorce! I didn’t even try to destroy you or Claire! Wasn’t

concerned look I’d once loved. “Emma, we’re married. That means forever. And please don’t

air is very

stared at this stranger

Nathan? My husband of five

day five in this mountain prison, I’d given

house sat in a remote valley, cell service blocked, with just a nurse

the roads. The only way out was Nathan’s

& Associates, returned at

If anything, he was more attentive, more patient.

silently on the B&B Italia sofa while he chatted about work, current events, his

periods…

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