Introduction

The antiseptic smell stung my nose, and a dull ache pulsed behind my eyes as I woke up in a hospital bed.

A sharp voice cut through the quiet: "She\'s awake. After all that drama, she finally decides to wake up."

It was my adoptive mother, Helen, with my father, David, and then Liam, my husband, walked in.

They weren\'t there for me; they were worried sick about Scarlett, my stepsister, who lay pale and fragile just a few rooms away.

"You almost died trying to get Liam\'s attention again, " Helen sneered. "Are you happy now?"

Liam, meanwhile, looked at me with chilling indifference before grabbing my arm and dragging me to donate blood for Scarlett.

The nurses whispered about my supposed obsession, but their words meant nothing; the pain, the desperation, it was all gone.

My amnesia had wiped the slate clean, and for the first time, I saw the truth: I was a burden, a wife Liam didn\'t want, an obligation they resented.

And for the first time, I felt clarity, not sorrow.

I picked up my phone, found a number, and then said, "I want a divorce. And I want to sever all ties with my adoptive parents, the Hayes family."