LOGINClaire's POV By the time Olivia arrived at the penthouse, I had already begun to suspect that inviting her for lunch had been a mistake.It wasn't that I didn't want to see her. I did. I had missed having her around in the strange way you miss someone when you know they belong to a part of your life that you cannot fully remember. Olivia had become familiar to me again through small things: the way she walked into a room without knocking, the way she stole food from other people's plates, the way she could tell when I was upset before I had even decided whether I was upset. She made the penthouse feel less like the carefully controlled world Damien and I had created after the accident and more like a place where people actually lived.The problem was that Olivia knew me, or more accurately, she knew the version of me I couldn't remember being, and today she had apparently decided that gave her the right to interrogate me.She walked through the front door carrying a large paper bag i
Claire's POV I woke with the strange certainty that I had been somewhere beautiful.For a few seconds, I didn't move. I lay beneath the sheets with my eyes closed, listening to the quiet hum of the penthouse around me and trying to hold on to whatever had brought me out of sleep. There had been lights strung through trees, water running over dark stone, the city spread beneath a glass terrace, and Damien laughing as he carried my shoes because my feet hurt.I smiled before I even opened my eyes.The memory wasn't complete. It never was. Mine came in pieces now, little flashes that appeared without warning and vanished before I could examine them properly. But the garden had felt different. It hadn't felt like one of those memories I had to chase.It had simply been there and so had Damien.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.“You went on a date with your husband,” I whispered to myself.The words sounded ridiculous and I laughed quietly.Technically, he wasn't my husband anym
Claire's POVI knew something was different the moment I came out of the bedroom and found Damien standing in the living room without his jacket.That alone should not have meant anything. Damien had spent enough years walking around the penthouse in shirtsleeves that I had seen him dressed that way more times than I could count. Except, apparently, some part of me still remembered what his casual clothes meant, because I stopped halfway across the room and looked at him.He was wearing dark trousers and a pale blue shirt with the sleeves folded neatly to his forearms. His hair was slightly messier than usual, as if he had run his fingers through it one too many times. He was holding his watch in one hand, studying the face with an expression of concentration that seemed completely out of proportion to the simple act of putting it on.“You're nervous.”His eyes lifted immediately. “I’m not nervous.”“You've checked the time three times since I walked out.”“I was checking whether you
Claire's POV“Your heartbeat.”The words came out quietly, but Damien reacted as though I had shouted them. He didn't move and neither did I.The rain continued hammering against the windows, filling the silence between us with a steady, rushing sound. Candlelight flickered across his face, catching the surprise in his eyes.“You remember it?” he asked.I frowned. “I think so.”He didn't reach for me and he didn't ask me to explain. He simply waited.I closed my eyes again. The feeling was still there.Warmth.A shoulder beneath my cheek and the faint smell of his shirt.Rain striking glass and beneath all of it, that steady rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump.I opened my eyes. “I was here.”“Yes.”“On this sofa?”“Not this exact sofa.”I looked at him. “What do you mean?”“We've replaced it.”I laughed softly. “Of course we have.”“You hated the old one.”“I did?”“You said it was uncomfortable.”“Was it?”“Terrible.”“Then why did you keep it?”“Because you liked it before you hated it.”I
Claire's POVThe rain started just after lunch. At first, I barely noticed it.I was standing in the living room with one of the nursery catalogues open on the coffee table, arguing with Damien about whether a tiny wooden bookshelf was necessary when the first heavy drops struck the windows.He looked toward the glass. "That's getting worse."I glanced over my shoulder. The sky had turned almost black. "What happened to the sun?""It gave up."I laughed. "You sound very optimistic.""I'm a businessman. Optimism isn't in the job description.""You've been doing a lot of it lately."He looked at me. "Doing what?""Being optimistic."His mouth curved. "Maybe you've changed my job description."I shook my head and returned my attention to the catalogue. "I still don't understand why a baby needs a bookshelf before it can even hold its own head up.""Because the books will need somewhere to go.""How many books have you bought?"He hesitated. "That's irrelevant."I slowly looked up. "Damie
Damien's POV“I would still choose you today.”For several seconds, I couldn't speak.Claire's hand was still in mine, her fingers warm against my palm, and yet I felt as though the entire room had gone completely still.I had spent so much time worrying about what she remembered.Whether she remembered loving me.Whether she remembered why our marriage had ended.Whether she remembered the arguments, the distance, the coldness that had slowly settled between us and now she was sitting in front of me without any of those memories and telling me she would choose me anyway.I looked at her carefully. “Even knowing what you know about me?”She gave me a small smile. “I don't know everything about you.”“No.”“And I'm beginning to think that's probably a good thing.”I laughed softly.She squeezed my hand. “But I know enough.”“What do you know?”She looked down at our hands before answering. “I know you stayed with me when you didn't have to.”I didn't interrupt.“I know you came to the
Claire's POVThe problem with Tiffany Morgan was that she never did anything obvious because if she had openly flirted with Damien, I could have been angry if she had insulted me in front of other people, I could have defended myself and if she had behaved like the villain I wanted her to be, at le
Claire's POVBy noon, I had accomplished almost nothing. On paper, my morning had been productive. I had answered emails, approved schedules, finalized travel arrangements for three executives, and reorganized next week's board meeting agenda.In reality, I couldn't have told anyone what half of th
Claire's POVI barely slept again but the difference was that this time I wasn't staring at an empty side of the bed. Damien had eventually come upstairs sometime after midnight. I knew because I heard him moving quietly through the bedroom while he assumed I was asleep.Neither of us had spoken an
Claire's POVDamien stood in the foyer for a moment as though he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to be there and the sight alone told me more than I wanted to know.His suit jacket was gone. His white shirt was creased in places that suggested he had been wearing it far longer than intended. Dark







