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that roused her and brought her attention back into focus.
     
    ‘Sabrina, what is wrong? You seemed to disappear. You were vacant for a moment, I . . .’
     
    ‘I remembered something . . . I think I did anyway,’ her voice sounded drowsy with disbelief and confusion.
     
    Raoul’s mouth lifted into a cautious smile as he studied her closely.
     
    ‘That’s good. It’s a start. You look pale. You were out of it. Now you must see how I can’t allow you to leave. It is unsafe for you to be alone,’ he whispered, continuing his light caress of her cheek.
     
    ‘I just want to be alone so I can think. I know you are upset and angry, but this is very frightening for me. I woke up beaten in a hospital and . . .’ she paused feeling the tears gather in her eyes.
     
    ‘And raped,’ Raoul slowly finished for her. The pain in his eyes tightened. ‘I know about your injuries, Sabrina.’
     
    Sabrina turned away angrily rubbing at the tears suddenly running down her face. She didn’t like showing weakness to anyone.
     
    ‘You must be afraid to trust anyone, especially me,’ Raoul continued gently. ‘But I have to make you. You need help, and I want you back. I will do whatever it takes to make you remember. I want to know who did this to you, and I want them to pay,’ he was restraining the angry frustration in his voice, but Sabrina couldn’t help pity the man when he found him.
     
    ‘Please you have to let me go. I want to think about this. . . How do I know you weren’t involved?’ she blurted out afraid that she might actually be imprisoned with her real attacker. ‘How do I know it wasn’t you?’ She felt the remorse the moment she spoke the words.
     
    Raoul’s eyes fired with angry disappointment. Hurt was visibly strong on his features. A sense of betrayal and disloyalty strangled Sabrina’s insides with guilt. Raoul caught her chin and lifted it up towards himself, forcing her gaze to painful attention with the strain of his hold.
     
    ‘Make no mistake,’ he told her darkly. ‘I did not beat or rape you. I did not try to murder you either. I would never hurt you. I love you, and I want you back. If you remembered me, you would never think that I was capable of such violence. Don’t ever doubt or question me on this again. I won’t tolerate it. Do you understand, Sabrina?’
     
    ‘You just expect me to trust you? I know nothing about . . .’
     
    ‘Yes, I do,’ he interrupted with impatience. ‘You have no choice. I am not giving you one.’
     
    He slowly lowered her chin and moved away. He picked up the wedding certificate he had dropped onto a side table and took it back to the drawer.
     
    He gestured towards all of the photographs littering the room.
     
    ‘Did I look like I wanted to murder you? Can’t you see how happy we were?’ he sounded frustrated, almost despairing.
     
    ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t remember. If there was any way I could, I would,’ Sabrina heard herself shout.
     
    Raoul leaned back against his desk with folded arms, watching her intently.
     
    ‘We will find a way,’ he said calmly. There was no room for defeat in his tone. ‘I have a doctor who specialises in treating amnesia coming to the Chateau tomorrow to examine you.’
     
    ‘What? You can’t just take over my life. I have my own doctor . . .’
     
    ‘I am your husband, and I have every right to interfere in your life and take over when you are in ill health. Besides, I only deal with the best in the medical profession.’
     
    Sabrina lost her temper.
     
    ‘You are infuriating. I am leaving in the morning. I am going to my room.’
     
    Sabrina opened the door. Raoul had done nothing to stop her leaving the room, remaining in his relaxed position, leaning against his desk.
     
    ‘Sabrina, if you leave this house tomorrow, I will find you and have you committed to a hospital until your memory returns,’ he informed her casually. She turned quickly ready to launch a full on verbal