ANASTASIA’S POV I laughed, letting the sound fill the room. “So… that’s it? You’re my husband?”Nikolai’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing but calm. “Yes.”“Oh, Nikolai,” I said, shaking my head. “Do you even realize how ridiculous this all looks? You, calling me your wife when I don’t remember you? When I don’t even know what this… this relationship is supposed to be?”“You don’t remember me,” he said quietly, deliberately. “But that doesn’t change how I feel. I don’t need my memory to know that I care. I don’t need my memory to know you’re mine.”I blinked, surprised. “…Mine?”“Yes,” he said, stepping closer, voice low, deliberate. “Even if you don’t remember, even if I don’t remember everything, my feelings, my instincts, my decisions, they are all yours. They’ve always been.”I crossed my arms, smirking, trying to hide the tension curling in my chest. “Well, isn’t this convenient. We don’t remember the past, we don’t know each other, but somehow, you just know.”“You’ve survived,”
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