Nine Men Played My Husband, I Chose the Tenth

Synopsis

After three years of my intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Liam Stone, chatting with his friends. "Liam, Elara blanks out every few months. You make us take shifts pretending to be you. What if one of us catches real feelings?" "Why would I worry?" Liam laughed, a wild, unbridled sound. "Elara 's libido is practically nonexistent. As long as you keep your hands to yourself, she won't be starting anything." "But don't get any ideas about making out with her. When I'm finished having my fun, I'm returning to my marriage." For three years, every time I lost my memory, the men who held my hand, hugged me, and even shared a bed with me, were never the real Liam. Three years. Nine blackouts. Nine stand-ins. But what they didn't know was my memory had returned two years ago. My ninth "husband" arrived home to find me staring blankly at the sofa. A smooth voice cut through my thoughts. "Elara, I'm home." I turned my head to look at the man at the door. "Who are you?" I frowned, feigning confusion. "Are you my husband? I thought my husband's name was Liam Stone." The man froze for a second, then quickly retorted. "No! Uh... I'm a friend of your husband's! Don't worry, I'll call him right now and tell him to get over here." With that, he pulled out his phone and hurried to the balcony. "Liam, Elara's lost her memory again! Whose turn is it this time? Get over here and relieve