Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1872

Rachel wiped down the gun in her hands, her words tinged with hesitation.

"Are you sure about this? You've already taken one, and it made you forget some things. If you take a second one, you'll lose everything. I can set you up with a new, legitimate identity in another city, just like you asked, but are you ready to let go of everything in Greenfield?"

Zoey was weak, a shadow of her former self. Rachel had secretly arranged for her to be brought to this safe house. The break-in at Zoey's place had been a real shock; when the intruder came, it triggered Zoey's labor. Then the fire started, and almost by instinct, she had her baby whisked away first, never really wanting to escape herself.

During the months in jail and the following half-year spent in this hideaway, she'd lost the plot of her life.

Revenge on Fitch? What was the point? It was all her own doing.

Face Maja again? What face did she have left to show?

The company had plenty of talent; they wouldn't miss a beat without Zoey. In a few years, her name would be wiped clean, and no one would come to save her.

That's what she thought, but Rachel's people had saved her.

She'd met Rachel after getting locked up. Rachel was a star at the police department, and if not for getting tangled up in Bernard March's mess, she would have kept climbing the ranks. Now, she was stuck doing risky fieldwork.

Bernard was a piece of work, but he'd genuinely supported Rachel's education and left her a little something after his death.

Sometimes, a person can be rotten to the world but kind to you, and you have to acknowledge that kindness.

In Rachel's eyes, Bernard had always been a shining example, a beacon for her future, even if he'd ended up in trouble. She'd never speak ill of him.

Zoey had burns, but Bernard's legacy had included a miraculous salve that saved her skin.

Rachel had another drug, two doses of which could erase a person's memories.