When Bella came downstairs the next morning, Vaughn had already left for the Company. In her heart, she felt relieved. After what had happened the other night, she was almost certain he would pester her."Good morning, Madam."As she entered the dining room, she noticed a man dressed in formal clothing, rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at her briefly before fixing his gaze back on the newspaper in his hands.Bella paused mid-step. She studied the man closely, realizing she didn’t recognize him at all. "Um… who are you?""I am Edwin Miller, your assigned therapist.""Excuse me?!"The moment she laid eyes on the man, her instincts told her something was up, and of course, she had been right."I didn’t hire a therapist! I’m not mentally ill!""Pardon me, but no mentally ill patient ever admits they need help. Besides, your husband hired me. He wants me to help treat your amnesia.""But I don’t—" Bella cut herself off before revealing something she shouldn’t.
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