Chapter 2

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” said Mr. Alex Smith.

June found herself completely captivated by the handsome stranger who was supposedly her husband. A rich, woody masculine scent filled the air as he stepped closer to her.

Alex released a sigh of relief and held her lightly by the shoulders, gently swiping away her tears with his thumb. “I’m here now. Oh… I don’t know what to say. You probably don’t remember me. I’m just so glad you’re finally awake,” he said in a low, captivating voice.

June, who had been filled with rage and frustration, suddenly felt calm. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Alex. He is unreasonably perfect, she thought. His eyes had so much depth, a girl could get lost in them. His breath as he spoke… that deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

She finally mustered the courage to speak. “Is this for real? I lost my memory… and I’m married? I’m your wife?”

“I never thought I’d have to introduce myself to you of all people,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I’m Alexander Smith. Well, everyone just calls me Alex. And yes, I am your husband. We’ve been married for over a year. Please, sit—you look tired.”

“This is a lot to take in. Honestly, it’s unbelievable.” She laughed bitterly. “When are my parents coming? And where is my phone?”

She stared keenly for an answer but Alex didn’t respond.

She stood and walked to the drawer, hurriedly scattering the neatly packed clothes. Finally, she found her phone at the bottom, It looked very different from the one she remembered having, but she had too much on her mind to worry about how her phone looked.

June turned it on and opened her call log to contact her mom. To her surprise, her recent calls had names she didn’t recall including Alex’s..

Tears welled in her eyes. Reality hit. Her hands trembled as she left the call log and opened her photo app. Her mouth fell open at the sight of pictures she didn’t remember—pictures of herself, and finally, her wedding photos with Alex.

“It’s really true,” she whispered as her phone slipped from her hands.

Alex rushed to her, helping her up. “Tears don’t suit your pretty face, Juney. Your mom will visit you at the house, I promise. Let’s go home now,” he said, gripping her waist gently to steady her. When she looked up, her eyes met his, and for a moment, they stood frozen, breathless in each other’s presence.

Alex blinked rapidly, as if snapping out of a trance. He quickly released her and went to sit down.

“Bring me the dress I had arranged for Mrs. Smith,” he said into his phone. “Finalise with her doctor and get the discharge documents.”

Still dazed, June watched as Alex handed her a dress and a pair of shoes. “Put these on. Let me take you home,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

She hesitated, but one look into his eyes and she was drawn in.

“You’re starting to look like the wife I remember,” he said with a smirk, gently placing a hand on her shoulder as they exited the room. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

As they walked through the hospital corridors, June noticed how heads turned—staff, visitors, even patients in wheelchairs strained to catch a glimpse. It was strange, but oddly pleasant. Was I a celebrity too? she wondered. Well, he is definitely worth staring at, she thought, smiling.

Alex caught her gaze and smiled. “You seem happier to go home with me than I thought you’d be,” he said, his voice smooth.

June grinned from ear to ear, excited and anxious about whatever was waiting for her.

As they approached the hospital exit, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked right in front of them. The driver stood by, holding the door open.

She froze, stunned. “Was that man talking to me? Is this… wait, is this your car?” she stammered.

Alex nodded. “That’s our driver, Mr. Williams. He’ll take us home. Get in.”

Once inside, she marvelled at the luxurious interior. “Did I sleep and wake up in a fairy tale where I’m married to a hot, rich guy?”

After Mr. Williams closed her door, he rushed to open the other side for Alex.

“Thank you, Williams,” Alex said as he sat down.

June continued to stare, wide-eyed and speechless.

“You’re an entirely different person, June,” Alex said finally, breaking the silence.

“Are you kidding me? Is this for real? What exactly do you do? Wait… is this my life? Oh my God.”

Her words came out unfiltered, unlike her usual composed self.

“I know you don’t remember me, but just how far back is your memory gone?” he asked. “Let me rephrase, how old do you think you are?”

“Well… from what I remember, I’m 18, in my first year of college.”

Alex let out a short, forced laugh. “Wow. You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

“Well, let’s be realistic, you own a very expensive car.”

“Yeah, it’s okay. Just one of my favourites,” he said, looking out the window.

Her shock deepened. “There’s more?! What kind of house do we live in then? I’m sorry, I’m asking too many questions. This is all just overwhelming. I hope you understand.”

Alex laughed, loud and warm. “Your questions are music to my ears. Don’t worry, you’re not asking too much. I’ve never experienced this version of you before. It’s… interesting.”

June smiled shyly, biting her lip and fiddling with the rim of her dress. Her legs bounced nervously the entire ride. She looked out the window, hoping to recognise a landmark, but her mind was blank.

As they neared Alex’s mansion, they noticed a commotion at the gate.

“What’s going on, Williams?” Alex asked sharply.

“I’m not sure, sir. I wasn’t informed about anything.”

“What do you mean by you weren’t informed? Get this sorted immediately.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Williams replied.

Silence filled the vehicle. June was stunned—this was her first time seeing Alex annoyed. His voice held such authority and composure that it was both breathtaking and slightly terrifying.

As they approached the gate, they were suddenly surrounded by paparazzi. Flashbulbs burst in rapid succession.

“Did Mrs. Smith try to end her life?”

“Did you drive your wife to suicide?”

“Are you getting divorced?”

“Are you seeing someone else?”

“Is Mrs. Smith mentally unstable?”