Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

The next day, she’d taken the morning off and gone for the

dreaded tests that she couldn’t say why she hated so much at a

private clinic that the doctor who had come to examine her

knew of. Because she was rich, service was expedited. She’d

insisted that she could wait. No sense jumping the line in front

of people who really needed to have their heads examined, but

the old doctor, who wasn’t unkind, had insisted that she was

indeed one of those people.

By the afternoon the old man’s creaky voice informed her

over the phone that everything looked good. The memory loss

was inexplicable, but she was in no immediate danger. He’d

told her what she’d said to Coralyn. Sometimes these things

just took time. Sometimes it came back unexpectedly.

Sometimes it just needed a prompt. Sometimes it never came

back at all.

Giana had found the liquor cabinet in what appeared to be a

home office, given the presence of a huge desk and numerous

bookshelves, fully stocked. Coralyn agreed to be at the house

by seven. After Giana got back from the clinic and those tests,

she’d spent the day pacing around the house, trying to make

sense of a life that suddenly made no sense at all.

Had it ever made sense?

What the hell was all the crap she had around the place? It

was huge, probably five thousand square feet on two levels

and then the basement on top of it, and it was full of things

she’d collected. Treasures? Obsessions? What had driven her

to accumulate all the things that filled up every room? Was she

one of those rich people who had too much money and didn’t

know what else to spend it on? Was she not a good person and

instead of helping people, she spent millions of dollars on all