Inside the jacket
I loved Brandon for ten years.
Loved him so much I was willing to let him personally remove my memories.
He said, "Alice, forget the things that hurt you. Let's start fresh."
The surgery was a success.
I forgot who Scarlett was, forgot why I cried myself to sleep every night.
Until I found a hidden compartment in his study.
Inside, an entire wall of surveillance screens, all focused on my hospital room.
And Scarlett, wearing my nightgown, leaned into his arms, laughing softly.
"Brandon, once she's completely gone, those shares from the Brown family will be ours."
