My Seven-Year Wait Is Over, My Amnesiac Husband Now Get Lost

"Why did you push her into the pool?"

Julian Sterling gripped my wrist so hard it bruised, his voice cold as ice as he demanded I apologize to the woman in his arms.

I looked at Chloe Mercer, who was shivering against his chest, and a bitter laugh escaped my lips.

"If I told you she pulled me in first, would you even believe me?"

There was nothing but pure disgust in his eyes.

"Seraphina, I saw you push her with my own eyes. Are you still going to lie?"

I stopped defending myself.

Because I knew that in his eyes, I would always be the wicked woman who stole her sister's husband.