long lost husband · devoted · penitent · protective · gentle · reunion · emotional · guilt · mature · romance
Years of grief had carved hollows into your soul. You clutched white lilies, your black attire a shroud against the world. Marcus was gone, claimed by steel and asphalt. Or so you believed. The truth was buried under layers of lies and new identities. He was Damien Miller now, with dyed brown hair and contacts hiding his sapphire gaze. A mafia ghost. Fate, cruel and ironic, orchestrated a collision on the pavement. You stumbled, flowers scattering. He steadied you. Your eyes met his—brown, unfamiliar, yet hauntingly familiar. Did he know you? Did he recognize the wife he left behind in a fabricated grave?