Chapter 3

I could hear voices faintly in my sleep, like half-remembered dreams.

I tried to focus, but they slipped away too fast.

"She's stable now," a woman's voice said.

Stable? That was good, right?

Another voice followed, deep and calming, obviously a man. I couldn't make out his words, but his tone was soothing, like a blanket wrapping around me.

I blinked, trying to make sense of everything. My throat was dry, and my body felt like it had been run over by a truck.

When my vision cleared, I saw the man standing by the door, his back to me. Broad shoulders, dark hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck. He was speaking to someone, maybe a nurse? I couldn't catch what they were saying.

The nurse nodded and left the room, leaving us alone.

The man turned, and I froze. Wow. He was even better than I imagined. Sharp jawline, deep-set eyes, and a face that was tired but undeniably handsome. The kind of guy you'd see on a billboard for expensive cologne.

We locked eyes, and he froze too. We stared at each other for a long moment.

I finally found my voice. "Who... who are you?"

He furrowed his brow, as if unsure how to answer. Before he could speak, the words just came out of my mouth.

"Are you my husband?"

The room went silent.

I frowned. Why did I ask that? It just felt right, like I should know him. I thought maybe I had a husband, but I couldn't remember why.

He blinked, looking a little confused. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he stood up and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a male doctor.

After about thirty minutes of being examined, the doctor sighed and pulled back.

"It seems you've experienced a severe case of retrograde amnesia," the doctor said gently. "You've lost access to some—or maybe all—of your memories prior to the recent trauma. It's not uncommon with physical and emotional shock."

"You're saying she... doesn't remember anything?" the man asked.

"Not exactly," the doctor clarified. "She still has basic knowledge—language, motor skills, things like that. But details about her personal life, relationships... those may take time to come back, if at all."

The doctor continued explaining, but I didn't really hear him. I just stared at the man beside me. How could someone be this perfect?

Soon, the doctor left, and the man stood at the edge of my bed, his hands in his pockets.

I tilted my head and smiled. "So, are you really my husband?"

He stared at me for a moment, like he was trying to decide whether to say yes or not.

"Yes," he said finally, his voice quiet. "I'm your husband."

My heart skipped a beat. I was so excited, I almost jumped out of bed to hug him, but he quickly stopped me, pressing his hands firmly against my shoulders.

"Easy," he said, his grip firm but gentle.

"Right. Sorry," I murmured, feeling a little silly. But I couldn't help it—everything felt so... right.

I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him but he refused saying I needed to rest which made me sad a little.

"But you could at least tell me your name?" I said, lowering head like a sad puppy.

"Liam." He muttered and my eyes sparkled.

"Liam" I said to myself, that sounded just right. "What about mine?"

I watched him slowly waiting for an answer. "Emma." He said and was about to leave but I quickly caught his hand.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.

He looked at me, a bit confused. "I didn't forget anything," he said, glancing around the room, as if looking for something he might have missed.

I raised an eyebrow, not letting go of his hand. "Are you sure?"

But he sighed and shook his head. "Yes, I'm sure. You need to rest."

"But you're forgetting something," I insisted.

He looked at me again and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"A kiss?" I grinned.

Strangely, he's face froze and he pulled my hands away slowly. "I can't."

"Why not? Isn't that what married couple do all the time?"

It didn't make sense why he didn't want to kiss me.

He shifted uncomfortably and glanced away. "It's complicated.

I leaned back on the bed feeling disappointed.

"I thought we were married? Or are we having issues?" I didn't remember anything but it felt like something was off.

"No," Liam said quickly, shaking his head. "It's not like that. You're just still recovering. You're not yourself right now."

I wanted to believe him, I really did, but something nagged at me.

"I just...I wanted to check up on Lila."

That caught me by surprise. I sat back up feeling a little jealous by him mentioning another woman's name. Lila? Why was he bringing her up.

"Lila? Who is she?"

Liam paused then answered. "My daughter."

"We have a daughter ?"

My heart skipped a beat, the words sounded strange in my mind. How could I forget someting so huge.

But he didn't seem excited as I was and just looked away. "Yeah."

"I want to meet her," I said quickly.

Liam's eyes widened but he didn't answer right away. He just turned to leave. "You need to rest first."

"But I want to see her now!" I insisted.

He didn't respond, just gave me a long look before walking out of the room.

Later that day, the doctor came to check up on me and told me I would be discharged once I started showing signs of getting better. Which meant I would finally return home and hopefully be able to see my daughter. For the past three weeks I was in the hospital, I made it my goal to get better.

I eat, slept, exercised regular and passed all my tests. In no time I was able to move around all by myself and my wounds had completely healed. Liam visited me everyday to make sure I was doing okay but anytime I asked about lila he seemed to become cold and try to avoid the question.

After a while I decided not to ask anymore. After all I was going to see her soon right?