Chapter 4 - The Game of Amnesia
When Richard was finally allowed into the ICU, he brought a massive bouquet of white lilies—the same flowers he had ordered for her funeral.
Clara put on the performance of a lifetime.
When Richard leaned over the bed, Clara shrank back, her eyes wide with confusion. “Who… who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling perfectly.
Richard froze. He looked at the doctor.
“The lack of oxygen to her brain in the coffin caused localized amnesia,” the doctor explained. “She doesn't remember the last year of her life. Including her death.”
Relief washed over Richard’s face so intensely he almost smiled. The one witness to his crime had been neutralized. He played the doting husband, gently holding Clara's hand.
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“I’m your husband, darling,” Richard cooed. “And I’m going to take you home.”
Elena, watching from the hallway, caught Clara’s eye through the glass. Clara gave a microscopic nod. The trap was set. She was going back into the lion’s den, but this time, the lion didn't know the prey was armed.
