Isabelle's Pov My breath hitched. I squeezed his arm tighter, hoping the contact would somehow jog his memory.“Alaric, what are you saying?” I asked, my voice thin, “You don’t know who I am? Look at me.”He slowly shook his head, the movement slight and jerky, “No. I don’t.”I whipped my head around to look at the woman in the chair. Her mask hid most of her expression, but the edge of her mouth curved into a definite smile, and she gave a slow, indifferent shrug. She knew exactly what was happening.I spun back to Alaric, my mind turning. If Alaric didn't even remember that I was nothing but an employee to him, then do I still have a chance? The way he was staring at me now, it felt like…“I’m Isabelle Montaigne.” I said, my voice sweet and steady, carefully articulating the lie, “And I’m your fiancée.”I expected him to frown, to argue, to show some of his old fight. But the blank look in his eyes slowly, slowly changed. The confusion didn't disappear, but the outright non-recogni
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