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.