Semua Bab The Billionaire Who Forgot His Marriage: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Adrian’s POV“Who the hell are you?”The words slip out before I can stop them. My throat burns, voice hoarse, the sterile scent of antiseptic thick in the air. I blink through the haze of white light, trying to piece together where I am.A hospital room. Machines hum softly beside me, a dull beep marking my pulse. My body aches like I’ve been hit by something hard—because apparently, I have. My car. The crash. That much I remember.But the man standing at the foot of my bed, I don’t.He stares at me like I’ve just broken him. His eyes are wide, chest trembling as if he’s holding back a sob. There’s something fragile about him—too human for the cold, glass world I know.“It’s me,” he says quietly. “Noah.”The name hits like static. Familiar, almost, but it slips through my mind like water through fingers. I frown. “Noah…?”His lips twitch into a nervous, broken smile. “Your husband.”The room stills.For a moment, I think I misheard. Husband? That’s impossible. I’ve never—“Is this so

Adrian’s POV“You shouldn’t have come.”That’s what I told him, but even I didn’t believe it.Now his voice keeps echoing in my head like a song I can’t forget: You loved me. You still do. You just don’t remember how.Every word sits heavy in my chest.It’s been two days since they dragged him out of my room. I should feel relief — that’s what my mother expected — but all I feel is noise. Memories that don’t exist. Emotions that don’t belong to the life I remember.I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo he left — the one of us by the lake.I’ve tried to throw it away three times. Each time, my hand froze.He’s sitting beside me in the picture, smiling wide, head resting on my shoulder.I look… happy. Not the practiced kind of smile I wear at galas or board meetings.This one is real. Unfamiliar.I don’t recognize the version of me in that photo.The door opens. My mother steps in, her perfume arriving before she does — strong, expensive, suffocating.“Still staring at that

Adrian’s POVWhen I wake, the world smells like bleach and silence.The light is wrong—too white, too soft. Not morning sunlight. The faint hum of machines fills the air. The ceiling is lower, the walls too clean, too empty.This isn’t the hospital room I remember.I push myself up slowly, my head heavy, throat dry as if I’ve been asleep for days.“Good morning, Mr. Wolfe.”A nurse stands at the foot of the bed. She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her nametag reads Clara.“Where am I?” I ask.“You’re safe,” she says gently. “This is a private recovery facility your mother arranged. You had some confusion at the hospital, so she thought you’d be more comfortable here.”My chest tightens. “Confusion?”She nods. “You’ve been mixing up names and memories. Completely normal after trauma.”“And the hospital? Why was I moved?”She glances at her clipboard. “For privacy. The media was starting to get curious.”Her tone sounds rehearsed, too smooth to be true.I try to remember the last

The drive felt longer than it should have. Outside the car windows, the night was thick and unmoving, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Noah stared ahead, fingers clenched around his seatbelt, while Nathan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles tense and white.The car hummed softly, but the silence between them was heavy. Noah couldn’t stop replaying Adrian’s voice from the audio message—every whisper, every strained breath, every moment he struggled to form a word.“He sounded terrified,” Noah finally whispered, breaking the thick silence.Nathan didn’t look away from the road. “He probably recorded that during a short window when the sedation faded. Facilities like Victoria’s… patients are usually kept under round-the-clock sedatives.”Noah’s stomach twisted. “Because sedated people can’t fight back.”Nathan’s jaw clenched. “Exactly.”The streetlights thinned as they left the city behind. Buildings faded into shadowy trees, and the wide highway narrowed i

The cold night air sliced against my face as I ran, Adrian’s weak weight clinging to me and Victoria’s furious voice echoing across the loading area. My heart slammed so hard it felt like it might crack open, but I didn’t slow down.I couldn’t.Adrian’s hands fisted in my shirt—shaking, desperate, terrified.Maybe his life did depend on it.“Noah…” he breathed, every syllable thin and fragile. “I… I can’t… keep—”“Yes, you can.” I tightened my grip around him. “Just a little more. I’m right here.”Boots pounded pavement behind us. Guards shouted.“Check the parking lot!”“Split up!”“They’re close!”Adrian flinched at the noise, his head dropping against my shoulder. His body felt weightless from weakness, heavy from fear.“I’m not losing you,” I whispered into his hair.I cut hard into a narrow alley between two buildings. Shadows swallowed us instantly. The smell of rain, rust, and cold metal filled the air.Adrian took a sharp, shaky breath. “I’m slowing you down…”“You’re the only