ログインMAXWELLMy head was fucking killing me.Everything was spinning. My body felt heavy since I’d been sedated, but I forced myself to keep moving. I had to find her. I had to find Monique.Still wearing my hospital gown, I had no choice but to hail a taxi home, even as my parents and Elise hurried after me.Monique had been living with me in the same house I grew up in ever since she was forced to leave the orphanage at twenty-one, a year ago.Back then, my parents were against it. They said we were too young. They were afraid I'd get her pregnant and throw my future away.I had every intention of getting her pregnant.I wanted to marry her—to make her mine before any other man had the chance to steal her away.So what the hell is happening now?“Maxwell, pleaseee! Just listen to me first!”That voice again. Elise. She’d been spouting nonsense since I woke up, crying and begging like I was the one losing my mind. I shoved her aside without thinking, and she hit the wall hard. I didn’t st
ELISE“The patient is suffering from retrograde amnesia,” the doctor declared.“A-Amnesia?” Even though I already knew it from the way Maxwell had been acting, hearing the doctor confirm it still made my knees give out. I collapsed at the side of the bed where he now lay, my body suddenly too heavy to hold up.“D-Doc, what does that mean? What’s happening to my son?” Laurel’s face was etched with deep worry.“In simpler terms, retrograde amnesia is a condition that makes it difficult for a person to recall memories or information from before a specific event, injury, or illness. The severity of the memory loss varies from person to person and may affect different periods of their life,” the doctor explained before continuing.“Based on my assessment, considering the accident and the length of time Mr. Maxwell Lohr remained in a coma, it appears he may have lost memories from the past several years. We need to determine exactly what events he still remembers. Once we establish that, w
MONIQUE“I can’t,” I whispered, the words scraping out of my raw throat. “This… this isn’t right anymore. I should go.”The second the words left my lips, Elise lunged.Her hand cracked across my face so hard my head snapped sideways. The sting exploded across my cheek, white-hot and blinding. Before I could even lift my arms to shield myself, her fingers were in my hair, yanking viciously, dragging me forward.“You did this!” she screamed, voice cracking into something hysterical and ugly. “You did this to him, you bitch! You ruined everything!”Pain lanced through my scalp. I cried out, one hand flying up to pry at her grip while the other instinctively curved over my still-flat stomach, protecting the tiny life no one else in this room knew about yet.Everything happened in a blur.A low, furious growl tore through the room. Maxwell moved—impossibly fast for a man who had just woken from a coma, body covered in bandages and bruises. He shoved Elise hard. She stumbled back with a sh
MONIQUEThe doctor rushed into the room moments later, stethoscope dangling around his neck, with two nurses following closely behind. The tension in the air was already suffocating, and it only grew heavier as the medical team entered.Maxwell sat on the edge of the bed, legs dangling, eyes half-lidded but unmistakably alive. That same lazy, heart-stopping grin curved his bruised lips—the one that had once made me forget how to breathe when we were young and stupid and invincible.“Doc?” His voice came out rough, like gravel dragged over velvet. “Why’s everyone looking at me like I just crawled out of a grave? And why does my skull feel like it went ten rounds with a semi-truck?”The doctor's gaze flicked with brief surprise before professional calm slid back into place. He crossed to the bed in three quick strides, checking the machines, shining a penlight into Maxwell’s eyes, firing off the standard questions.“I’m Dr. John. Can you tell me your full name, your age, and what year i
MONIQUEThree weeks later.My luggage was already neatly packed and waiting in Chelsea’s car outside the hospital. She was ready to drive me straight to the airport the moment I stepped out. Leaving the country was my only option now—the best decision I could make after everything that had happened. The Lohr family hated me. They wanted me gone. And honestly, I wanted to disappear too.But before I left, I needed to see him one last time.I needed to know that Maxwell was still breathing, even though they forbid me from visiting him at the hospital since that night happened.I just heard he fell into a coma.My hand trembled as I pushed open the door to his private hospital room. The lights were dim, and the steady beep of the heart monitor filled the heavy silence. There he was—lying motionless on the hospital bed, his once powerful body now covered in bandages and bruises. My heart clenched painfully at the sight.I took a hesitant step forward, wanting to get closer, just to make
MONIQUE“You shameless bitch!” Laurel’s slap cracked across my face the moment we reached the hospital. “What did you do to my son? What the hell did you do to him, Monique?!” She seized both my arms, her short nails biting into my skin.“L-Laurel!” I broke down completely, sobs tearing out of me uncontrollably.My eyes had been swollen for hours. My body felt hollow, drained. From the instant the truck struck Maxwell until this moment, I still couldn’t stop crying.His blood stained my clothes from when I’d tried to help him right after the crash. Passersby had rushed over the second they saw us. The hospital was only steps away, so he was inside almost immediately. The doctors and nurses still hadn’t come out of the operating room.My knees buckled. I dropped to the floor in front of Laurel. “M-Maxwell, he.. I don’t want to lose him… I can’t accept this. I'm sorry!”“This is your fault he’s in there right now!” she shouted. “Because you’re so desperate, this is what happened! All t







