Broken Promises (Fractured Hearts Book 2)

Charlotte Hayes:
I wake to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of distant voices. My head is heavy, my limbs weak, but it's the emptiness in my mind that terrifies me the most. Pieces of my life are missing, slipping like sand through my fingers.

And then I see him.

Kade Sinclair. That name tastes familiar coming out of my mouth, but the memories that come with it are sharp cold stares, bitter arguments, the weight of unspoken resentment. But I don't remember why his gaze is filled with something softer, something aching.

He tells me we were more than rivals, more than a fractured past that I remember. But how can I believe him when my memory I have screams otherwise?

Kade Sinclair:
She doesn't remember me.

Not the way I held her when she cried, not the promises we whispered until the night stars, not the love that defined all the choices I made.
She remembers the worst parts with all the fights, the stubborn rivalry, the years we spent convinced we would never be anything else.

But I can't let that be all she sees, I promised I'd never leave her, and that won't happen now. I'll hold onto the pieces that she doesn't remember.
I'll reminder her peace by painful peace, of the love we built is the love she once chose.

Even if she never remembers, I have to make her see it.