My Name is Not Rory
Simon Hawthorn and I were once New York's most envied power couple.
In our six years of marriage, his world seemed to revolve entirely around me. His devotion was an open secret in our circle.
Even during the month he lay in a coma after a car crash, he constantly murmured my nickname: "Rory."
I kept a tireless vigil at his bedside, and finally, my prayers were answered when he miraculously woke up.
But the day before his discharge, I saw him in the hospital's private garden, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman.
"Rosie, it was only when I was on the brink of death that I realized you've always been the one I love."
"If it weren't for how much she looks like you, I would have never given Aurora Blackwood a second glance, let alone married her."
"Give me a chance. Let's start over."
The positive pregnancy test in my pocket suddenly felt as cold and heavy as a stone.
It turned out the "Rory" Simon had been murmuring so tenderly wasn't me at all.
I was just a pathetic stand-in, the fool in a six-year charade.
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