Anna pov

This has to be some kind of joke.

I have repeated that phrase to myself so many times since Bryant lost his memory that it is almost becoming a mantra for me at this point.

If I knew that things would have deteriorated to this point I would have never told him to marry that useless whore.

Getting a signal from my GPS I turned around a few more times before I arrived at a respectable but secretive hotel. I glanced at my wrist watch and then I walked out of my car, opening the door and keeping my sunglasses tightly fixed to my face.

I had even...