ADAM’S POVAria slowly opens her eyes, blinking as if trying to clear a fog from her mind. Relief washes over me, but it's tinged with a deep anxiety. Her gaze finds me, and something in her expression softens, almost like a flicker of recognition. But instead of calling out for her brothers or dad, she beckons me closer. This is unusual—she's always been closer to them, especially in moments of vulnerability. But now, it’s me she’s reaching for, her eyes searching mine for comfort.I step closer, feeling a mix of hope and dread. She doesn’t look angry or upset, but there’s a strangeness in her demeanor, something that doesn’t quite fit.“A-dam…”Her voice is soft, almost tender, as she whispers my name, and for a moment, I dare to believe that everything will be okay. I reach out and she manages to form some words.“When are you taking me home?”“Soon, love.”“I want to go home.”While I am glad that she’s responding, I am puzzled at her insisting to go home with me, instead of with
ARIA’S POVThe moment I open my eyes, a dull, throbbing pain radiates through my head, like a relentless drumbeat. My vision is blurry, and for a few seconds, I struggle to piece together where I am and why. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the faint hum of medical machines bring an unsettling sense of déjà vu. My surroundings feel familiar, yet distant, like a place I've been to before but can't quite place.As my vision begins to clear, I see Adam sitting beside me, his presence a steadying force amidst the confusion swirling in my mind. Relief washes over me at the sight of him, as though he’s the only thing tethering me to reality. The pain in my head intensifies as I try to remember how I ended up here. I grasp at memories, but they slip through my fingers like sand. I know Adam and I have just been married. I can still picture our wedding day—the way he looked at me, the way I felt so safe and loved. But everything after that is a blur.Although for some reasons, the wedding
ARIA’S POVThe silence in the room is almost suffocating. As I lie there in the hospital bed, the pain in my head throbs with a relentless rhythm, each pulse a reminder of something I can’t quite grasp. My thoughts are scattered, disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle that refuse to fit together. I don’t know how long I’ve been here or why I’m in this hospital, but seeing Adam by my side when I opened my eyes brought an unexpected sense of relief.I remember that we had just been married—that’s the last clear memory I have. The joy, the promises, the sense of a future filled with love and happiness. But then… nothing. A blank space where the days—or weeks?—should be. Now, I’m here, and everything feels off-kilter. The room is quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you feel like something is wrong. Neal, Nathan, and Dad are here too, their faces drawn with worry, their eyes filled with an emotion I can’t quite name. It’s almost like they’re afraid of something, but what?When I ask them what
ARIA’S POVAfter our conversation, Adam gently requests that I rest, reassuring me that they’ll all be back later today. His voice is calm, soothing, and I can tell he’s trying his best to keep me comfortable.“I’ll be staying with you tonight.”When I ask if he’s sure, because I’m starting to feel a little better, he simply nods and says he wants to be with me.“OK… Thanks.”There’s a warmth in his eyes, a tenderness that makes my heart swell. It’s so sweet of him to stay, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me.“We’ll also stay with you, so that Adam can go home.”Neal, Nathan, and Dad chime in, letting me know that they’ll take turns staying with me until I’m discharged. Their words are comforting, their presence even more so. I’m incredibly grateful to be surrounded by such wonderful people, all of whom care so deeply for me. As they take their leave, I find myself sinking back into the bed, my eyes growing heavy. The exhaustion is overwhelming, and before I know it, I’m drif
ARIA’S POVDays turn into a blur of cautious routine, where the pain in my head diminishes but never fully disappears. It hovers at the edge of my consciousness, a constant reminder of what I cannot access. My brothers, Nathan and Neal, and my father take turns staying with me, their faces a mixture of concern and forced optimism. They are trying their best to keep my spirits up, but something feels off, like a puzzle missing its final piece.There’s an odd tension in the room whenever Adam is mentioned or when he comes by. They exchange glances, as if communicating something they don’t want me to pick up on. It’s subtle, but I notice. It’s in the way Nathan’s eyes dart away when I ask about Adam, or how Dad’s voice grows quieter when Adam enters the room. Even Neal, usually so straightforward, seems to be tiptoeing around something. It’s as if they’re hiding something from me—or perhaps from themselves.Then there’s Adam himself. I miss him deeply, especially at night. His absence be
ADAM’S POVThe situation with Aria has become more complex than any of us could have anticipated. Learning that she’s suffering from selective amnesia has turned everything upside down, and now, as I stand in the midst of it, I’m grappling with the weight of the lies we have to maintain to protect her.When Aria woke up, her first instinct was to call me to her side. That was unexpected—she bypassed Neal, Nathan, and even her father, Dave, to reach out to me. It was a small relief at first, thinking that maybe, just maybe, things could be easier. But then the truth hit hard; she has no memory of our divorce. In her mind, we’re still newlyweds, blissfully unaware of the harsh reality that lies behind us.It was agonizing to look into her trusting eyes and fabricate a story about a honeymoon accident. The words felt heavy on my tongue, each one a lie I never wanted to tell. But the doctor was clear—any attempt to force the truth upon her could be catastrophic. The blow to her head has d
ARIA’S POVThe doctor enters the room with a reassuring smile, but the weight of the situation is clear in his eyes. I can’t help but ask about my memory—why I can’t remember certain things, and why my head still feels heavy with confusion. The doctor listens patiently before explaining."Aria, you've experienced significant trauma to your head.” He explains to me that the impact caused a disruption in my brain's ability to access certain memories. This type of memory loss is often temporary, but it's a result of the brain protecting itself from further injury. In medical terms, this is known as selective amnesia.He pauses, letting the information sink in before continuing. He tells me that the brain is essentially blocking out memories that might cause me additional stress or harm right now. As I heal, those memories should gradually return. It's important, however, not to force anything—since my mind needs time to recover at its own pace.I nod, trying to absorb the explanation. I
ARIA’S POVI remember some fragments of the cause of our wedding. Now it makes sense why my family members aren't too keen on Adam and me being together, or why we didn’t have a proper grand wedding. The memories are blurry, but bits and pieces are starting to come back to me, like puzzle pieces slowly falling into place.Adam and I had been drugged, and we ended up sleeping together. I was a virgin, and I believe because of this, Adam decided to marry me. He’s always been honorable, someone who would do the right thing, but love? I’m not so sure. He says we were on our honeymoon when I had the accident, but there’s something in his eyes, a flicker of hesitation, that makes me think he’s hiding something very important from me.Yet, despite all this, I feel a strange sense of comfort and security with Adam. He’s always been the one to bring me solace, and I have always been in love with him, even if I didn’t know it back then. That night—whether it was out of duty or something more—br