After losing all my memories in a bombing, the only person I had left was my husband, Johann, who called me “Lise.” Everyone in the village praised him as the perfect man.
“Lise, I love you. I swear I would gladly die if you ever killed me.”
He was shy and sweet, and I loved that side of him. He told me not to worry about the past and said that sometimes, not knowing the truth was a blessing.
So I trusted him. No matter how strange his actions were, he was still the man I loved—and the man who loved me.
But then someone warned me, “Lise Einemann, think carefully. Don’t you find it strange? Johann Renner is hiding something.”
Was he trying to hide my past, or his own identity?
When I finally discovered the truth, I was holding a gun.
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