Where’s home?

Damien bit his lower lip looking at the little woman who was starring at any other place but his face. Indeed she lost her memories, their lives, their babies, their marriage, she has forgotten everything. Damien sighed before he used his slim long fingers and raised her chin so she could look at him.

"Where is home?" He asked trying not to show her he was hurting because it was never her fault but his.

Arrya couldn't hold this handsome gaze, his voice sounded familiar to her but still, she couldn't remember where she had heard it before but if that lady in red said he was her husband then that must be it.

Arrya cleared her throat and swallowed hard...

" I... I...

Arya kept stuttering as she felt if she talked with Octavio and his family she would hurt him and she didn't want him to feel disappointed in her, she didn't know why but she felt he was already hurting.

"Where is home?" Damien's deep sexy voice asked again making Arrya hold the bathtub as she began to tear up.

"I don't know