LOGINI looked at Adrian for a long moment. “Where are we going?” he asked again. I glanced at his parents. His mother looked worried. His father waited quietly, saying nothing. “The Laurent mansion,” I finally said. Adrian nodded. I stepped closer. “It’s your home, Adrian. Everything you need for your recovery is already there.” He studied my face. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” The driver brought the wheelchair closer and carefully helped Adrian into the car. I adjusted his legs so they would not strain, then closed the door. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yes.” “If your back starts hurting, tell me right away.” “I will.” His parents got into their own car behind us. Moments later we left the hospital grounds. — Adrian sat quietly in the back seat. The photographs Lia had given him remained hidden inside his bag. He had no intention of showing them to Serena. Not yet. He watched her through the rearview mirror. Every few minutes she glanced back at him. “Are you c
Adrian stayed silent after Lia left the hospital room. His eyes remained fixed on the closed door for several long seconds before he slowly looked down at the photographs she had left behind. He picked them up again. There were pictures of him and Lia together. Some were simple, it was them sitting across from each other at a restaurant, smiling politely at the camera. Others were more intimate. In one, they stood close, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. In another, they were kissing. Adrian stared at that last image for a long time. He did not remember any of it. Yet the photographs were real. The lighting, the background, the way their bodies leaned toward each other, none of it looked staged. He placed the pictures back on the bed and reached for the messages Lia had shown him earlier. He read a few again, then locked his phone and set it aside. Something was wrong. He could not completely believe Lia. But he could not completely dismiss her either. Se
Lia refused to give up. The memory of Serena’s driver dragging her away from the house still burned. Serena had humiliated her in front of everyone, but Lia was not ready to walk away. Not now. Adrian had lost his memories. That changed everything. For years she had wished for another chance. Now she had one. Adrian could no longer remember every painful detail of their past, which meant she could show him only the parts she wanted him to see. She spent the morning searching through old boxes, her phone, and forgotten messages. Photographs came first. She chose pictures where she and Adrian were smiling together, one at a restaurant, another at a party, another outside a hotel, standing close enough to look like a couple deeply in love. She ignored the photographs where they argued. She ignored the messages where Adrian sounded cold. She selected only the ones that made her look important. Then she gathered small details only someone close to him would know: his favorite drink,
The next morning, I woke up with my hand still wrapped around Adrian’s. I had no idea how I fell asleep the other night. For a few seconds I forgot everything, the hospital, the accident, the fractured memories, the weight of the night before. Then I looked at him. He was still asleep, his breathing steady, his face calmer than it had been since he opened his eyes. The machines hummed softly beside the bed. I carefully slid my fingers free and stood. I needed air. When I stepped outside the room, I almost walked straight into Nathan. He stopped the moment he saw me. “Serena.” “What are you doing here?” “I came to see Adrian.” “Why do you want to see Adrain?" His expression tightened. “I know you’re angry but—” “Angry?” I lowered my voice so it won't wake Adrian up from his sleep. “You stood in front of Adrian and told him you were my husband.” “I was desperate.” “That does not make it acceptable.” “I was afraid.” “Afraid of what?” “Losing you.” I stared at him. The cor
Lila was already running toward the bed.“Daddy!”I stepped aside just in time as she reached him. Adrian looked at her, and for a heartbeat something unreadable crossed his face, confusion, instinct, something softer than either. Then Lila climbed carefully onto the edge of the mattress and wrapped her arms around his neck.He froze.Slowly, almost carefully, his arms came up and closed around her small body.“Hey, princess,” he whispered.Lila pulled back just enough to see his face, her smile huge and bright. “You’re awake.”“Yes, I am.”She touched his cheek with careful fingers. “I missed you.”Adrian’s mouth curved. “I missed you too.”My chest tightened. He was doing it. He didn’t remember her—not fully, not the way a father should. The uncertainty sat plain in his eyes. But he refused to let a child carry the weight of that confusion.Elias walked over next, slower, more watchful.“Daddy.”Adrian turned his head. “And here comes my little troublemaker.”Elias’s face split into
The room went completely silent after Adrian’s question. Nobody seemed willing to answer him first.“So which one of you is actually telling me the truth?”Before I could answer, the door suddenly opened behind me without warning. I turned. Nathan walked in. My heart dropped.“What are you doing here?”Nathan stopped when he saw everyone gathered around Adrian’s bed. His eyes moved from me to Lia, then finally to Adrian. Adrian stared at him.“Who are you?”Nathan’s face changed. For one second, I saw confusion in his eyes. Then realization. He knew. Adrian had forgotten him too. And instead of telling the truth, Nathan made a decision that shocked me. He pointed at me.“I’m her husband.”My mouth fell open. “What?”Nathan looked directly at Adrian. “I’m Serena’s husband.”“Nathan!” I snapped. “What the hell are you saying?”He ignored me. Lia’s lips slowly curved into a smile. She stepped closer to Adrian.“He’s telling the truth,” she said.I stared at her. “You cannot be serious.”
I spent the morning trying to make myself useful. Anything to feel less like a shadow in this house. One of the younger maids was struggling with heavy flower vases in the main hall, so I stepped in to help carry one. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she gave me a small, grateful smile.We were ha
I avoided everyone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard.Nobody came looking for me anyway.The mansion was too large, too cold, filled with people who work as maids. Every hallway felt unfamiliar. Every room reminded me that this wasn’t my home.I spent most of the afternoon sitting near the wi
I stayed slumped against the wall for a long time, his release still sliding down my thighs. The house was quiet now. Too quiet. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I wandered the halls, trying to find water, when I heard voices from the guest wing, low, intimate. I froze outside the slightly aj
Where is Lia?” He asked again. His voice cut through the room like something sharp. I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know where to start.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, running a hand through his hair. The calm from last night was gone. What stood in







