Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1292

Agnes couldn't shake off the strange feeling gnawing at her.

How on earth did this guy know her name?

And why on earth did he have a photo of her on his bedside table?

Did she really know this man?

Agnes had lost eight years of her memory, and with a mindset stuck at eighteen, she certainly couldn't accept a stranger swooping in and stealing her first kiss.

She yanked her hand away from Jared. "I don't even know you! You’ve got some nerve with that picture. Who are you, really?"

Her mind spun with questions.

She was sure they must have known each other before. But how? What was their relationship?

"I'm Jared, your husband. You really don't remember?"

The word "husband" hit her like a thunderbolt, shattering her thoughts.

What was going on? How could she possibly be married?

Was she? She was only eighteen!

Wait, no—she was twenty-six.

Had she gotten married during those lost years?

But even if she did, why wasn’t it to Elton?

Her brain felt like it was in a blender.

Agnes was in disbelief.

What on earth had she forgotten?

As she strained to recall, sharp, stabbing pain shot through her head, nearly causing it to explode.

She couldn't believe it.

Mumbling, she said, "No way. Impossible. Elton wouldn’t lie to me. You're lying. Who are you, really? Why are you claiming to be my husband?"

Jared stepped forward, taking her arm. "Agnes, look at me. I'm Jared. How could you forget me? Tell me, what happened?"

His heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

Her unfamiliar, fearful eyes were unbearable.