The Billionaire's Lost Memory

Damien's povFuck. My head was pounding like someone was hammering inside my skull. The white ceiling above me was blinding, and the sterile hospital smell made me want to gag. I tried to move but felt like I was stuck in quicksand-heavy, slow, useless.Who the hell am I? The question burned in my brain, but no answers came.A soft voice-familiar, yet utterly alien-cut through the haze.“Damian? You’re awake.”I turned my head, blinking against the light. There she was-a woman with eyes full of hope and something else I couldn’t place. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“It’s me. Elena.”The name meant nothing. I wanted to believe her, but my gut screamed otherwise.“Who are you?” I croaked, my throat raw.She swallowed hard, pain flashing across her face. “I’m your wife.”Wife. The word hit me like a punch to the gut, but I felt nothing. No memory, no spark.“Why should I trust you?” I whispered, voice rough. “I don’t even know who I am.”Her hand reached out, trembling. I fli

Elena’s POVThe hospital room was unusually quiet today. The usual hum of machines, the distant chatter of nurses, even the faint scent of antiseptic-all seemed to fade into the background, leaving a strange stillness that settled over us like a fragile bubble. Damian sat propped up against the pillows, his dark eyes wide and searching, as if trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like his own.I sat on the edge of the chair, careful not to crowd him. The last few days had been a whirlwind-family members circling like vultures, legal threats looming, and a constant undercurrent of tension that made it hard to breathe. But now, in this quiet moment, it was just the two of us. Or almost.“Are you… Elena?” His voice was soft, uncertain, like he was testing the name on his tongue for the first time.I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes. I’m here with you.”He blinked slowly, his gaze flickering over me as if trying to place a half-remembered memory. “You seem familiar. But I

Elena’s POVThe second we stepped into Damian’s family house, the air turned ice-cold. Not the kind of cold you can blame on the weather, but the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you want to scream or run away. Damian was ready to dive back into his old life, eager to get back to work and pretend everything was normal. Me? I felt like I’d just walked into a goddamn war zone.His sister was the worst. She smiled like a snake-fake sweetness hiding razor-sharp edges. Every time she looked at me, I felt her eyes burning holes right through my skin. I wasn’t welcome here. Not really.At first, it was little things-snide comments, cold shoulders, the kind of bullshit you try to ignore but that sticks to your skin like dirt. I told myself to toughen up, that Damian’s presence would smooth things over. But the tension was crushing my chest, drowning me in silence and fear.One afternoon, when Damian was at work, she cornered me in the kitchen. That fake-ass smile was gone, replaced b