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My resurrection, they call it. . They have no bloody idea. . Shipwrecked and lost, left for dead, Abandoned by my own family. Drugged and addicted. My wife saved me, brought me home. i didn't even know i had a wife-can i trust her? i know i want her. Desperately. We are two of a kind-the manipulated, the tossed off, the rejected. . Bitter disappointments, painful secrets, age-old jealousies are my new shipwreck, and my wife my new opium. is satisfaction to be found in revenge or revenge in satisfaction? One thing i do know, without each other we're both doomed.