Todos los capítulos de Ruthless Amnesia : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

POV: Matteo"We'd like to run a full evaluation," the healer's assistant said, flipping through her notes at the foot of Rhys's bed, a young woman I didn't recognize, brisk and thorough in a way that made my stomach drop before she'd even finished the sentence. "Map the extent of what he's lost. It would help us understand the recovery timeline better.""What does that involve," I asked, keeping my voice light, casual, the same tone I'd used for two years managing things I had no business managing."Extended memory mapping," she said. "Cognitive testing. A few sessions over the coming week, more intensive than what we've done so far."Rhys sat quiet in the bed, watching this conversation happen around him the way he'd watched everything since he woke, patient, deferring, waiting to be told what came next in a life he couldn't remember living."Is that necessary," I said. "He's already improved so much in the last few days. Remembering small things. Details about our life together."Th

POV: Matteo"What did you mean," I said, sitting up, pulling the sheet around myself, my voice steadier than the storm going on underneath it. "The greenhouse. What did you mean by that."Rhys blinked, some of the softness still lingering in his face before my question landed properly, before he understood what I was actually asking."I don't know," he said. "It just came out. Why?""Because we've never been to the greenhouse together," I said, watching his face carefully now, every muscle, every flicker. "Not once. In two years."Something shifted behind his eyes. Small. A hesitation that lasted less than a second, quickly smoothed over by the same open, searching expression he'd worn since he woke."That's strange," he said. "I don't know why I said it. Maybe I overheard something. Maybe one of the staff mentioned it and it just stuck somewhere.""Nobody knows about the greenhouse," I said, quiet, careful. "I never told anyone I went there. It was mine. Private.""Then I don't know,

"Thank you for coming," Dave said, standing as I entered, the picture of easy courtesy, gesturing toward the chair across from his desk like this was any ordinary meeting between two men who'd never once trusted each other. "Sit, please. I promise this won't take long."I sat, keeping my spine straight, my hands folded carefully in my lap the way I'd learned to hold myself in rooms where I didn't yet know the shape of the danger."You've never asked to see me alone," I said. "In two years.""No," he agreed. "I suppose I haven't."He poured two glasses of something amber from a decanter on his desk, unhurried, and slid one across to me without asking whether I wanted it. I didn't touch it."How is he," Dave asked. "Rhys. Recovering well, I hear.""He's improving," I said, careful, watching his face for any sign of what lay underneath the pleasantry."Remembering things," Dave said. It wasn't quite a question.My whole body went still, my pulse ticking up despite every effort to keep my

POV: Matteo"Wait," I said, stopping short in the corridor, pulling my wrist gently from his grip. "Just a moment. Let me breathe first."Rhys turned back, searching my face, some of the urgency in his own expression softening into concern. "Are you alright? You look pale.""I'm fine," I said, the lie coming easier than it should have, given everything. "Just give me a minute before whatever this is. Please."He hesitated, clearly wanting to press, but something in my face must have convinced him to let it go. "I'll be in the study," he said. "Take whatever time you need."He walked away, and I sank back against the corridor wall the moment he was out of sight, my hand pressing flat against my stomach again, the two lines from that test still burned into the back of my eyes.A child, I thought, standing alone in the quiet hallway. Growing right now, inside a marriage built on two lies neither of us has admitted to yet.I thought about what it meant, really meant, beyond the immediate

POV: Matteo"I'm pregnant," I said.The words fell into the room like something breaking, small and enormous all at once. The assistant's scanner lowered slightly in her hand, her professional composure faltering for just a second before she caught herself. Rhys went completely still."What," he said, quiet, like the single word had taken everything he had."I'm pregnant," I said again, my voice steadier the second time, though my hands were still shaking in his. "That's what I wasn't telling you. That's why I was nervous about the scan."For a long moment, he didn't move at all. He just stared at me, something working behind his eyes too fast to read, and I braced myself for anything, disbelief, fear, the sharp control I'd glimpsed moments ago hardening back into something unreadable.Instead his whole face broke open."You're certain," he said, his voice rough, thick with something I'd never once heard from him in two years of marriage."I took a test," I said. "A few days ago. I've