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Bella's POVThis Godforsaken room was starting to irritate me, and I couldn't bear one more second in here. Hours had passed since Cole, my supposed husband, had left the room.The silence in the room gnawed at me, and my heartbeat throbbed in my skull. I lay back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny holes as if they might unlock something. But no matter how hard I tried, my memories refused to surface. Everything was still blank.A vibration startled me.I turned my head and noticed a phone sitting on the bedside table. The screen was cracked, shattered in a spiderweb pattern, but it still lit up through the damage.MISSED CALL. Bri (12)MISSED CALL. Bri (8)MISSED CALL — Bri (4)I frowned. I didn’t know anyone named Bri, at least none that I can remember.My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the phone. The moment the cracked screen hovered in front of my face, it unlocked automatically. My throat tightened.So it’s definitely mine.The wallpap

Bella's POVWe had arrived at the restaurant a while ago and ordered food minutes earlier. My plate sat untouched, steam wafting into the air as I tried to understand why this moment felt so unnervingly significant.Eric took a slow sip of water and set the glass down gently. “You should eat,” he reminded me, the way someone would remind a child.I nodded and forced myself to lift a forkful of pasta. “You… wanted to talk,” I said, watching him instead of my food. “So… talk.”He gave a soft laugh. “Straight to the point, huh?”“It’s all I have,” I said honestly. “I don’t have memories. I don’t have context. I don’t have history. So I need… facts.”He sobered at that, and guilt flickered across his face. “Right. Facts.”A beat of silence passed. I shifted uncomfortably.“So,” I continued, trying to sound casual even though nothing about this was casual, “tell me about yourself. I don’t know anything. And it feels weird not to.”He breathed out slowly. “About myself…” he repeated. “Okay.

Bella's POV“Bella,” he exhaled. “Why would you leave the hospital like that?”I let out a long sigh. “I just… I didn’t want to be there anymore.”"I'm just happy you're okay," he said. "When I got to the hospital and found out that you were gone, I was so scared and worried. I almost brought down that hospital for letting you slip away without anyone noticing. That was reckless of them.""I know that when I left, it would cause a huge problem, and I didn't care," I bit the inside of my cheek. "But hearing how angry you were... I kinda feel bad for doing what I did. I just didn't want to stay here and I don't want to go back there."Cole dragged a hand down his face. Hurt flickered across his expression. “I’m not taking you back there,” he said gently. “I promise. We’re going home. Straight home.”He reached for my hand slowly, and I let him take it.He led me toward the exit and out of the restaurant till we got to his car, which was sitting parked right in front of the restaurant. A

Bella's POVI threw my phone on the bed, took off my clothes, entered the bathroom, and instantly, steam curled around my skin like warm fog, with the scent of lavender filling the air. The jacuzzi hummed softly behind me, bubbles rising in gentle waves. I had agreed—hesitantly, awkwardly—to bathe, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do. Cole seemed to know everything. I, on the other hand, felt like a stranger in my own life, hovering outside memories that refused to return.Cole rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms and a large silver watch that caught the bathroom light.“Alright,” Cole said, flashing me a smile. “Your bath is ready.”The water looked warm. My head still throbbed sometimes, and the ache behind my eyes made me want to close them and disappear. A bath would help. That much I knew.I slipped into the water, keeping my body low, letting the heat swallow me up to my shoulders. I sighed without meaning to. It felt…good. Comforting, even. The

Eric's POVIt was Friday morning, and I was just half awake. I had spent the whole of my night thinking, fantasizing, or dreaming—if that's the best word for it—about Bella. The time we spent together at the restaurant was heartwarming since we had divorced. It got me thinking about her in ways I shouldn't.Before I opened my eyes all the way, I could tell I was hard. And this wasn't just my morning wood. It was different. Still not wanting to open my eyes, I rolled from my side onto my back. My dick pressed against my shorts as it begged to be released. It was then that I felt a hand rubbing the underside of my dick. The hand cupped my balls lightly, stroking up and down on the fabric of my shorts.I thought for sure I was still dreaming, but I didn't want it to stop. I smiled, my eyes still closed, still believing this to be a dream. When I felt the covers get pulled off and someone moving on my bed. I opened my eyes to see someone crawling away from me down my right side. She was w