Chapter 367
I’d always known there was someone in Henry’s past. Someone who’d rescued him and left such a mark that years later he still couldn’t forget her. It was why I’d kept my feelings secret – how could I compete with that?
But I never imagined it could be Evelyn Knox – Audrey’s twin.
“Why are you asking this?” Henry asked.
It was the tone that warned of his rare but intense anger. I’d seen it directed at employees who messed up, but never at me.
He’s angry because I’m right, I thought, my chest aching.
“Never mind,” I said. “I should go. They’re waiting for me.”
I walked away.
Blake’s POV
I glanced at my phone, raised an eyebrow at the name, and picked up.
“Henry. What’s going on?”
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“Blake,” Henry sounded urgent. “Remember that woman I told you about the one who saved me during the yacht explosion five years ago?”
I paused. “Yeah. You found her?”
“Just saw her at JFK with her husband. She’s in New York.”
My voice hardened. “How much does she remember about that night?”
“Claims she doesn’t remember anything,” Henry replied. “Her husband says she lost memories from illness.”
“What about what happened?” I pressed. “Neither of us saw exactly how my father went overboard.”
That night had haunted me for years. My father and I boarded that yacht for a business meeting. I met Henry there, hit it off with him. Then chaos we were ambushed, my father was killed, and someone blew the boat up as we neared shore.
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My father drowned. I was blinded in the explosion and washed ashore. Henry almost drowned but was saved by a woman who jumped in after him.
For months I thought my father’s death was just revenge against Parker Group. But when they found his body, the medical examiner discovered something shocking – my father had been poisoned.
Someone had drugged his drink that night. Even without the kidnappers, he would’ve died. Whoever planned the attack covered all bases poison, kidnappers, and explosives as backup.
For five years, I’ve spent every waking moment investigating what really happened on that yacht.
But the trail’s gone cold. Most witnesses died in the explosion, and someone deliberately destroyed the passenger list.
1/2
Finding survivors was like hunting ghosts.
Henry mentioned his rescuer before. He’d tried reaching her for years, but she and her husband had completely disappeared.
I’d written her off as another dead end. Now out of nowhere, Henry runs into her at the airport.
“Blake.” Henry’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Don’t get your hopes up. My rescuer lost her memory.”
His words doused whatever excitement I’d felt. ‘Lost her memory? How convenient.”
“Yeah.
Henry sighed into the phone. “I brought up those specialists I know, but her husband shut it down fast.”
“He’s blocking her from remembering. Maybe the explosion fucked her up, but…”
He paused. “We found her, that’s what matters. She doesn’t strike me as someone who’d hide from her past.
“After your wedding, I’ll set up a meeting. Once she understands what’s at stake, I bet she’ll want to help.”
I stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Better than nothing, I guess.”
After a beat, I asked, “About the wedding… you coming?”
“Pass,” Henry said. “If you were marrying for love, different story. But this business arrangement? Totally another one like three years ago. I’ll skip it.”
*I’ll send Astrid though,” he added. “Her being there is like me being there.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “You two sound cozy. When are you finally making a move?”
“When the time’s right,” Henry said, a smile in his voice. “When she remembers our past, about how she saved me.”
