The Man Who Remembered

I once believed in love, in forever. I was an architect, building a life, a future, with the woman I adored, Olivia. She was my world, my wife.

But then her past, in the form of Julian, her "true love," re-emerged. They framed me for his "death," sending me to prison.

Now, years later, Olivia stood over me, her face a mask, while doctors prepared to take my last kidney. It was for Julian. The man I supposedly killed. The man who was very much alive, waiting in the next room for my organ.