His Brother's Ghost, My Captor

ebt. My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for a divorce again this morning-his ninety-ninth time. I

ng severe injuries and memory loss, now believing he was Marcus. But I overheard them. "The memory loss is perfect, Moth

was using his brother' s death, manipulating everyone. The debt wasn't paid; my life was being stolen. I made a

ing Marcus, hovered, his concern a sickening lie. Soon, his mother, Eleanor, offered me juice. My nursing instincts screamed: sh

ring the chaos, I grabbed my phone, and with trembling fingers, diale