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I lost my memory five years ago. A stranger tracked me down one day and told me he was my husband, asking if I would come home with him. He caught the suspicion in my eyes and pulled out our marriage certificate to prove it. At the time, I was drowning in anxiety over dead-last sales numbers at my livestream job and two months of unpaid rent that were about to get me evicted. I said yes on the spot. Once I moved back in, I treated Charles like he was my boss. He told me to do something, I did it. He came home late, I waited by the door. He even got cozy with another woman right in front of me and sent me out to buy condoms. I didn't complain once. Because I was so obedient, my savings account kept getting fatter. I was curled up on the couch one night, grinning at my phone, counting the zeroes in my bank balance. That was when the man who had been gone for a week walked through the door, crossed the room, and collapsed into my arms. He held my face in both hands, and his eyes slowly turned red. He said: "Sophie, you really don't love me anymore, do you?"