LOGINBella's POVWe had arrived at the restaurant a while ago and ordered food minutes earlier. My plate sat untouched, steam wafting into the air as I tried to understand why this moment felt so unnervingly significant.Eric took a slow sip of water and set the glass down gently. “You should eat,” he reminded me, the way someone would remind a child.I nodded and forced myself to lift a forkful of pasta. “You… wanted to talk,” I said, watching him instead of my food. “So… talk.”He gave a soft laugh. “Straight to the point, huh?”“It’s all I have,” I said honestly. “I don’t have memories. I don’t have context. I don’t have history. So I need… facts.”He sobered at that, and guilt flickered across his face. “Right. Facts.”A beat of silence passed. I shifted uncomfortably.“So,” I continued, trying to sound casual even though nothing about this was casual, “tell me about yourself. I don’t know anything. And it feels weird not to.”He breathed out slowly. “About myself…” he repeated. “Okay.
Bella's POVI didn't stand there any longer, waiting for this man to maybe drag me into his car, so I marched down the street. I didn’t know where I was going, but anywhere felt safer than stepping into a stranger’s car, especially one who claimed I had once known him.“Bella, please,” Eric called from behind me. He was keeping a distance, trying not to scare me. “At least slow down. You just left the hospital. You’re not supposed to be walking around like this.”I didn’t slow down.“I’m not getting into your car,” I said sharply without turning around. “Stop wasting your breath.”I heard him exhale softly, like he expected that answer but hated hearing it. His voice followed me again.“You don’t have to get in yet. Just… talk to me, okay?”“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped.But there was. Too much, actually. Too many questions spinning in my head, questions I didn’t feel ready to ask or hear answers to.“I’m fine,” I added, even though my head throbbed and my legs felt weak.
Bella's POVThis Godforsaken room was starting to irritate me, and I couldn't bear one more second in here. Hours had passed since Cole, my supposed husband, had left the room.The silence in the room gnawed at me, and my heartbeat throbbed in my skull. I lay back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny holes as if they might unlock something. But no matter how hard I tried, my memories refused to surface. Everything was still blank.A vibration startled me.I turned my head and noticed a phone sitting on the bedside table. The screen was cracked, shattered in a spiderweb pattern, but it still lit up through the damage.MISSED CALL. Bri (12)MISSED CALL. Bri (8)MISSED CALL — Bri (4)I frowned. I didn’t know anyone named Bri, at least none that I can remember.My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the phone. The moment the cracked screen hovered in front of my face, it unlocked automatically. My throat tightened.So it’s definitely mine.The wallpap
Eric's POVI sat in the back of the seat as a driver came to pick me up from the hospital. The ride back home was starting to feel longer than usual because when I closed my eyes briefly, leaning my head into the seat, Bella’s blank, confused stare flashed before me.And worse than all of it was the truth buried in my chest like a rusted blade that if she didn’t remember Rose, she couldn’t possibly remember the truth she hid from me. Which meant I had no way of finding my child.My real child. My daughter.The one she hid so well that even now, I had nothing, no clues, no names, no faces, nothing but a name.“Sir, we’re home,” the driver announced quietly as we entered the gates.The car rolled to a stop in front of the estate. A small figure ran across the yard, laughter echoing in the air. Rose. She was giggling, chasing a butterfly, the little pink dress she wore fluttering as she ran. Sarah must have changed her clothes after they returned from the hospitalSarah sat nearby on a l
Bella's POVCole doesn’t move after telling me he’s my husband. He just sits there on the mattress. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I don’t feel anything familiar when I look at him. I don’t remember his face, his voice, or his touch. And yet he looks at me as though his entire world depends on me remembering him.He draws a long breath and forces a gentle tone.“Bella… I know this is overwhelming. I know you’re scared.” He lowers his eyes briefly. “But you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”I swallow tightly. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to hurt him. But I also can’t pretend to know him when I don’t.Cole slowly reaches into his pocket. When he pulls out his phone, his hands tremble. He glances at me.“I just want to show you something,” he says softly. “Just… just look, okay? Maybe it will help trigger something.”I don’t want this. Every new detail only makes the empty spaces in my mind feel wider and deeper. But Cole is looking at me with such pleadin
Bella's POVThe first thing I felt was pain. A sharp, drilling ache at the base of my skull, pulsing down the side of my neck. Before I even opened my eyes, it throbbed again, splitting my head in half. A sound escaped me. A soft, strangled groan.Everything was blurry when I forced my eyes open. Blinding white lights and shadows. Movement. Voices. I blinked, trying to make sense of the shapes surrounding me. My heart hammered against my ribs as the blur sharpened into clearer outlines.I wasn’t alone. There were many people. Doctors. Nurses. I recognized their uniforms instinctively. But then… two men.One stood rigid near the foot of the bed, chest heaving, face twisted in something like worry or anger, I couldn’t tell. The other man was closer, just a few steps behind the doctors, his face pale, his eyes red around the rims.Neither of their faces meant anything to me. Nothing. Just complete blankness. I swallowed hard and licked my dry lips.“Where… where am I?” I whispered.My vo







