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Chapter 1

Never thought one stupid fall would erase five years of my life. I came to with divorce papers in my lap—from Aiden Harrison, the guy I'd been crushing on forever. And yeah, he thought I'd cheated.Last clear memory? Graduation night. I finally had the guts to tell him. He was by the pool, champagne in hand, moonlight catching that smug grin. My heels clicked on the marble as I headed over——and boom. Slip. Skull meets stone steps. Lights out.When I opened my eyes again, I was on some leather couch, head splitting. Floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan skyline blazing. Whole place screamed rich guy drama."You're awake."That voice. I twisted around. Aiden sat behind some sleek desk, rocking a tailored suit, looking older, sharper—colder. A platinum ring caught the light.My stomach tanked. Married."Aiden?" I rubbed my head. "Where even are we? What happened?"He tossed a file down, eyes like ice. "Nice try. Getting drunk to stall the papers? Not gonna stop the divorce."Divor

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Chapter 2

This was unreal.I remembered graduating Columbia like it was yesterday. Now suddenly—five years gone, married, and already getting dumped?If this wasn't some cruel prank, then I was stuck in the worst nightmare ever."Wait, Aiden—"I started to explain, but his phone buzzed. He checked the screen, frown deepening."Oliver's nanny," he muttered, then answered. "Martha? What? He's refusing to eat again?...Alright, bring him up."He hung up, rubbing his temples. "Our son hasn't been eating right since you moved out."Our son?Before I could even process, the door opened. A middle-aged woman walked in with a little blond boy, maybe four or five, dressed in a crisp school uniform, eyes down."Oliver wouldn't eat downstairs," Martha said. "Insisted on seeing his dad."The kid's face lit up the second he spotted Aiden. Then he noticed me—instantly ducked behind Martha, hiding.My chest squeezed. This gorgeous little boy—my son? But the way he looked at me, I was basically a stran

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Chapter 3

I spent the whole day trying to stitch my memory back together—like a puzzle missing half the pieces.One thing was clear: I was still Sophia. Aiden Harrison was still Aiden Harrison. We were married—the photo over the fireplace proved it. We had Oliver.But the divorce papers on the coffee table screamed otherwise. Something had gone seriously wrong.The question that wouldn't leave me alone: Did I actually cheat?No way. Why would I throw away Aiden—still stupidly handsome, killing it at his firm, a dad who clearly adored Oliver—for anyone else?And who the hell was this so-called artist buddy?I paced the living room, frustrated at the gaping hole in my memory. This fancy Upper East Side apartment felt more like a museum of someone else's life—familiar, but off."Mommy?"Oliver stood in the doorway, clutching his teddy."Daddy said your hand needs disinfecting." He walked in carefully, holding out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "He told me to bring this to you."I reached fo

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Chapter 4

The master bedroom held nothing but a king bed.Minimalist, yeah, but it felt more like a hotel room—cold, empty. The only thing alive in there was a vase of white roses on the nightstand. Weird thing? I had this gut feeling they used to be my favorite.In the bathroom, the sink was stripped bare. No cleanser, no makeup wipes, not even a towel.It was like no woman lived here at all.So I went looking for Aiden.I knocked on the study door."Come in."Aiden sat behind his desk, computer glow bouncing off his blue-light glasses. Even at this hour, he was still in a suit—tie just barely undone."My stuff?" I asked. "Bathroom's empty."He looked up, face blank. "What stuff?""Toiletries. Skincare."The silence stretched until he pushed back his chair, the scrape loud. At six-two, he filled the whole room."How long are you gonna play this amnesia game?" Calm voice, sharp edge.I didn't answer. Explaining was pointless.He headed for the door. "Follow me."I trailed him, car

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Chapter 5

After my shower, I threw on oversized shirt—Aiden's, probably—and padded to Oliver's room.Space wallpaper, shelves crammed with books and toys. He was out cold, clutching his teddy.I tugged the blanket higher. His little hand caught my finger."Mommy... don't go..." he mumbled.Tears stung. I sat on the edge of his bed until his grip loosened.Closing the door, I froze. Aiden was in the hall.Dim light. Barely a foot between us. His body wash—cedar and mint—hit me."You were in there a while," he said."I was just... watching him sleep.""You never used to do that."There it was again—'used to.' Who the hell had I been?"Aiden," I asked, looking up, "were we... happy before?"He stayed quiet so long I thought he'd leave me hanging."We were," he said at last. "We were really happy.""What changed?""You did." His fingers grazed my cheek, so soft it stung. "Success changed you. Fame changed you. You started living in clubs and online... and I was just a boring lawyer wh

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Chapter 6

"Aiden..." I whispered.That single word snapped his control. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes shut, our breaths tangling."Don't call me that," he said, voice breaking. "Not like that. I can't take it. I've been holding back for five years—watching you become someone else."Where's the girl I fell in love with? The one who ate pasta with me at 3 a.m., who lit up over a bunch of wildflowers... where is she?"Tears blurred my vision. "I'm right here... I've always been here!""No." His thumb swept my cheek, gentle but final. "You're not her. You're Sophia Harrison—famous interior designer, socialite, adored by everyone... except me.""I'm not—""Enough." He tore away and stood. "I'll sleep in the guest room.""Aiden, please..."He froze at the door, back to me. "Sophia, if you really lost your memory—if you really are the girl from five years ago—then all I can say is... welcome to the hell you created."The door clicked shut.I was alone. His scent clung to the pillow—f

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Chapter 7

I took Oliver to Central Park. December was freezing, but the sun was out. We fed pigeons, hit the playground, grabbed hot chocolate and donuts."Mom," Oliver said, frosting smeared on his lip, "you never used to take me out like this.""What did I do before?"He thought. "Work. Always working. Or going to parties with your friends."Parties? That French artist? Who was I?"Oliver... was I good to you before?"He ducked his head. "You were always busy. And... kinda mean."Kids don't lie. My chest ripped open."I'm sorry, baby." I hugged him close. "Mom's gonna spend more time with you now."We were passing Fifth Avenue when Oliver pointed at the Plaza Hotel."Mom, this is your favorite place!""What?""You always went to the Blue Bar here to drink. Last time Aunt Sarah took me by, we saw you dancing inside."My stomach dropped."Can we go in?" I asked. I didn't even know why—I just needed answers.The second we hit the lobby, the bar manager spotted me."Mrs. Harrison!"

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Chapter 8

That afternoon, Aiden came home early."Get ready," he said. "We're going to my office.""Why?""The lawyers need to go over the divorce agreement."My heart sank.At the firm, Oliver was taken to a lounge by the secretary to watch cartoons.In the conference room, another lawyer was already waiting."Mrs. Harrison," he said, sliding a document toward me. "This is the property division agreement..."I wasn't listening. My attention was on Aiden. He sat stone-faced, reviewing the documents like it was just another business contract.Suddenly, the door opened."Aiden, do you have a minute?"A tall blonde walked in, dressed in an expensive suit, her figure flawless."Victoria, we're in a meeting." Aiden frowned, his voice cold."Oh, don't be so distant." She walked up to his desk. "We're old friends, remember?"Victoria. I remembered that name—Victoria Bexley, the star of Columbia Law School. She'd always had a thing for Aiden."I heard you're getting divorced?" She glanced

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Chapter 9

On the drive back, Oliver passed out in his car seat, cheeks pink, fries still in his hand.I lingered by the car, replaying how Victoria leaned across Aiden's desk—way too close. Instead of climbing up front, I reached for the back door.Aiden's voice cut in, sharp."What, I'm your Uber now?"I froze."I just wanted to sit with Oliver.""Front seat."No arguing. I walked around and buckled in.Oliver's soft breathing filled the car, the silence between me and Aiden pressing in.I glanced at him. Sunlight caught his face, sharp and golden, like the way he used to look studying in the library.Back then I'd just watched from a distance. Now we had a kid. And a divorce.Life was twisted like that."Aiden," I said, "why'd you marry me?"The thought had chased me all day. He could've had someone like Victoria—perfect resume, perfect family.So why me? The random junior he probably barely noticed?His fingers drummed the wheel, that little tell he always had when thinking."

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Chapter 10

Water rushed behind the bathroom door, and I sat on the edge of the bed, pulse going insane. My brain betrayed me—painting way too vivid pictures of him under that water.God, Sophia, stop.I shook my head, face on fire, like I was burning up. Guest room. I needed the guest room.I stood, ready to bolt—then the door swung open. Steam spilled out, and Aiden walked in.He came out with just a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping down his chest, sliding over sharp abs and that stupid V-line disappearing under the fabric.I swallowed. Hard.Seriously—was he doing this on purpose?I yanked the blanket over my head, cocoon mode."This isn't real. Total hallucination," I muttered.A deep chuckle rumbled from the other side. My ears burned.The mattress dipped—he was right there. His weight, his warmth, the clean cedar-mint scent of his body wash wrapping around me."You'll suffocate in there," he said.The blanket lifted, and before I could fight it, I was pulled against hi

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