I fell in love with Penny as soon as she fell into my arms. I wasn’t a believer in fate, but she convinced me. And every day she convinced me just how special our relationship was. It was us against the world. And I foolishly thought our love was indestructible. Now I know that love isn’t about light and darkness or whirlwinds of color. Love can’t be defined in such simple terms. When you lose it, all of that becomes clear. I don’t know how much longer I can breathe in a world where I look into my wife’s eyes and only see a stranger. I’d do anything to get her back. But this is one thing I don’t know how to fix. This is the end to our love story. I just hope to God it’s not the end of us.

Penny has the perfect husband. The perfect family. The perfect life.There’s just one problem. She doesn’t remember any of it.Will Penny walk away? Or will James be able to help her remember everything they have?

My relationship with my husband has been splashed all over the tabloids ever since we first started dating. What should I have expected when I took New York City's most eligible bachelor off the market? But no matter how long I'm with my husband, I can't shake the feeling that a stroke of luck brought me here. That I don't deserve the life around me. And I swear, if one more paparazzi takes a picture of me I'm going to freaking lose my mind. I needed to prove to myself that I'm not worthless. So I wrote a novel under a pen name, but I've been rejected by so many literary agents I've lost count. And I'm so consumed with this idea that I need more out of life that I never had a chance to see the real story unfolding around me. The story that would threaten the life I took for granted.

Penny has the perfect husband. The perfect family. The perfect life.There’s just one problem. She doesn’t remember any of it.Will Penny walk away? Or will James be able to help her remember everything they have?