LOGINAYAH'S POV“I told you not to go near it,” he scolded me. To hide my nervousness, I pouted, trying to look cute. “I already explained earlier. Why don’t you believe me?” I acted like I was telling the truth and he was the one doubting me. With no other choice, he sighed. “Don’t go near it again.” I didn’t want to question him, but I couldn’t stop wondering. What is he trying to hide? What if there’s someone inside? That thought sent chills down my spine. “Ayah, I’m talking to you.” With the way he looked at me and the tone of his voice, I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. This wasn’t the same Ethan I saw when I first woke up. But it doesn’t change the fact that all I feel for him is hate. Ever since I woke up, he’s been making my blood boil. He acts like everything isn’t a big deal. Like we can just move on in an instant. “Ayah Evans.” Hearing that surname felt strange. I’m more used to being called “Miss Russell.” “You’re not going to answer?” he asked. His face darkened, like
AYAH'S POVI kept glancing at my phone while waiting for Bryan’s response. Like a teenager, it felt like we were just textmates now. “Is there something wrong?” Ethan asked. I looked at him. “Why?” He pointed at my phone. “Don’t you know how to use it? You keep glancing at it. Let me see what’s wrong.” Before he could grab the wrong phone, I quickly handed him the one he gave me. He looked at me, confused by my actions, but didn’t question it. When he checked it, he frowned. “It’s not even turned on.” He looked at me like I was strange. I needed an excuse—fast. “I forgot how to turn a phone on.” I bit my lip, trying to hold back the lie. Seriously, Ayah? You forgot how to turn on a phone because of retrograde amnesia? Does that even make sense? “Alright.” Even if he suspected something, he let it go. Maybe he didn’t know what to think either. “Here.” He handed it back to me after setting it up, even saving his number as “Husband.” Gosh. I wanted to puke. In my mind—and in my heart—it
AYAH’S POVMy head hurt so badly when I woke up. What happened? I looked around and realized I was in our bedroom. “Finally, you’re awake.” Ethan had just come in. I tried to sit up, but my head felt like it was splitting open. “Just lie down and get some rest. I’ll take care of everything.” He brought me soup. “I made this for you.” I looked at him.“What happened?” I asked. “You lost consciousness earlier.” I remembered what I saw. Was that a dream? I saw Bryan… and Ethan… there.“Ethan, how did you propose to me?” I needed to confirm what I saw. Was it a glimpse of the memories I forgot, or just a dream?“I gave you a bouquet in public and asked if I could court you because I liked you. You said there was no need for that and that we could be together already—and that you had liked me for a long time.” Confirmed. It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory. But that day… I was supposed to confess to Bryan. I even bought that bouquet for him—to propose. What changed my mind? Something is mis
AYAH'S POV “What is wrong with you? Why do you keep interfering with my life?” I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me. My patience was gone. “You’re just my husband on paper. I have no love for you.” I meant every word to hurt him, to make him stop, but before I could move away, he suddenly pulled me into a hug. I froze. “Oh, please, Ayah… don’t do that again. Don’t leave me,” he said, his voice breaking. I felt it—his body trembling against mine. He’s… crying? A part of me burned with anger, but another part softened, almost giving in. No. Don’t. He cheated on you. A man who truly loves you would never give another woman what should only belong to you. I have to be firm. I won’t let myself break.“Don’t leave you?” I pushed him away, looking straight at him. “How ironic. You don’t want us to separate, yet you want to be with Mia. What’s wrong with you?” My voice came out sharper than I expected. How could I even consider fixing this when he couldn’t let go of the woman he
AYAH'S POV I think I also forgot what your favorite food is, sorry,” I said. There was a small weight in my chest as I admitted it. For someone who once mattered to me, forgetting something that simple felt… wrong.“There’s no need to apologize, Ayah. I understand you.” I looked at him. When did he start becoming this gentle? I can’t help but wonder… did he really love me back then? And if he did… does he still feel the same now? I don’t think it’s too late for us.I picked up a shrimp and started peeling it, copying what he did earlier. It felt oddly natural, like something I’ve done for him before. “This is for you,” I said, offering it. He looked slightly startled before smiling again. “Thank you.” He ate it, and I found myself peeling more without thinking, placing them on his plate, mixing them with his pasta.After a while, I noticed something strange. He had his jacket on… but he was sweating. “Are you okay?” I asked, my brows furrowing. He nodded but didn’t say a word. “Reall
AYAH’S POV“How did you know where I work?” I asked, trying to sound casual—but there was something tight in my chest. Something that needed an answer.“Connections,” Bryan replied simply.I raised a brow at him. That was it? “How did you know my schedule?” I pressed.“Connections,” he repeated, crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair like it was nothing.I stared at him for a second, unimpressed. “And the photo?” I added, my tone laced with sarcasm. “Connections too?”He laughed softly, shaking his head. “No. I took that picture.”My expression shifted slightly.“Don’t you remember what day that was?” he asked.That day…A faint memory flickered in my mind.“I was planning to confess to you,” I said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed just saying it out loud.He smirked. “Propose, you mean?”I narrowed my eyes at him. Why was he smiling like that? Like he was enjoying this a little too much. “What happened exactly that day?” I asked.The question slipped out before I could sto
AYAH'S POV I didn’t expect it, but for a moment… I felt happy.It was quiet. Simple. Real.Ethan fell asleep beside me, one arm resting loosely over the blanket, his breathing steady. He looked different when he was asleep—softer, less guarded. Like whatever weight he carried during the day didn’t
AYAH'S POV I stared at the phone in my hand a little longer before finally unlocking it. Bryan. The only name saved. No other contacts. No distractions. Just him. I frowned slightly. I was sure I had my own phone before the accident—the one my father gave me. But it wasn’t here. Maybe I lost it
AYAH'S POV“Mia, what are you doing here?” Ethan asked.It took her a moment before she answered.“I cooked your favorite meal,” she said sweetly, holding up the container in her hand. “I was planning for us to eat together.”Her smile slowly faded when she looked at me.“But I didn’t know you were
AYAH'S POVThree days had passed, yet there was still no sign of Bryan.Maybe he didn’t care about me as much as I thought.I sighed.I should lower my expectations before I end up hurting myself.Ethan, on the other hand, kept visiting me every single day. But no matter how many times he came, I h







