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
ARIA’S POVWhen Adam comes to meet me, we sit down to have our meal together, a comforting routine that has begun to feel like the only normal part of my day. Despite everything that has happened, this simple act of sharing a meal brings a sense of calm to the storm of confusion in my mind.As we eat, we chat about small things—how the food tastes, what the doctor said earlier, and little updates about my family. But underneath it all, I can feel a tension building, something unspoken that I need to address.I glance at Adam, taking in the way his eyes seem to flicker between concern and something deeper, something that he’s trying to hide from me. I know he’s been under a lot of pressure, trying to keep everything together for my sake, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to his unease. Then, without fully realizing I’m going to say it, the words spill out.“Adam, I’m sorry for that night we were drugged. I know you felt compelled to marry me afterwards… That wasn’t what y
NEAL’S POVThe day has finally arrived—Aria is getting discharged from the hospital. The atmosphere at home has been fraught with tension and unease, as discussions have revolved around where she should stay once she’s released.On one hand, we feel the burden of the truth that needs to be revealed, but on the other, we are acutely aware of the doctor’s warning about Aria’s fragile condition. The doctor made it clear that any attempt to force her memory back could be catastrophic, potentially fatal. This delicate balance has left everyone on edge, especially Nathan.“This guy! This Adam! Why does he have to be in the picture?”Nathan's anger has been simmering just below the surface, his frustration evident in every movement and glance. He’s convinced that Adam will exploit Aria’s amnesia, and if it weren’t for the restraint imposed by his father and brother, Nathan might have already revealed the truth.The idea of watching Aria live in a false reality, one where she believes her lif
ARIA’S POVAfter my family members leave, I'm left alone in a separate bedroom. The room itself is comfortable, but the situation feels strange. It’s not what I expected, especially given that Adam and I are supposed to be newlyweds.The idea of being in separate bedrooms, even after just leaving the hospital, seems odd. My mind begins to churn—why would we sleep separately if we were on our honeymoon? Shouldn't we be closer, especially after everything we've been through?But then, I think back to the conversations with Adam and the way he's been treating me with such care and respect. It dawns on me that perhaps he thinks I’m still not ready for that level of intimacy, given my condition.While I appreciate his consideration, I can't help but feel a bit taken aback by the distance. It’s as if a subtle barrier exists between us, one that neither of us is sure how to cross just yet. Maybe he's giving me the space I need to heal, both physically and emotionally. Still, I’m left wonderi
ARIA’S POVAfter a few minutes of sitting in silence, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I switch the TV back on. There's something unsettling about the way I turned it off so abruptly, and I can't shake the feeling that I need to understand what I was seeing.The screen flickers to life, and almost immediately, a news report fills the room. They're talking about someone named Ethan Mitchell, who is lost at sea along with others. The camera shows a somber-faced reporter standing on the shore, speaking about the desperate search efforts and the slim chances of survival.The name Ethan Mitchell doesn’t immediately ring any bells, but there’s a nagging sensation at the back of my mind, like I should know who he is. I try to push the thought away, telling myself that it’s just the after-effects of the accident making me feel uneasy.The doctor warned me that the trauma and impact on my head were severe, that I needed to take things easy and not strain myself trying to remember every
ARIA’S POVLydia’s tears dry up as she slowly turns away, ready to leave the hospital room. Her steps are hesitant, burdened by the weight of everything she’s confessed, and by the knowledge that she might be walking out of Ethan’s life forever. There’s a palpable sense of finality in the way she carries herself, like someone resigned to their fate.But just as her hand reaches the door, Ethan calls out her name.“Lydia.”Everyone freezes for a moment. Lydia stops in her tracks, her back still turned, and I can see the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders as she takes in what just happened. The room is tense, filled with emotions that swirl and collide like waves in a storm, but the sound of Ethan’s voice cuts through it all.“Who told you to leave?”He tells Lydia that he wants to give their relationship another chance.The words hang in the air, a shockwave that ripples through the room. I glance at Ethan’s parents, who stiffen at the unexpected declaration, but they remain silent,
ARIA’S POVAs soon as Ethan gazes at Lydia, her face crumples, tears welling up in her eyes, most likely because she knows she is about to lose him. The weight of everything she has done, both in the past and more recently, seems to crash down on her. Her vulnerability is unmistakable, and it’s clear that she fears this might be the end of whatever she and Ethan had built together in this strange in-between space where his memory had been absent.Ethan’s expression hardens as he processes the reality of the situation. He’s upset, and it's easy to see why. For weeks, months even, his parents had believed him to be lost, possibly dead, while Lydia kept him hidden from the people who loved him most. His emotions are a swirl of confusion, betrayal, and anger as he turns to Lydia, waiting for an explanation. The air between them grows thick with unspoken accusations, the kind that don’t need words to make their impact.Lydia’s sobs grow more frantic as she tries to defend herself, her voic
ARIA’S POV“I’m not here to take Ethan from you… We’re just best friends. Nothing more.”“What?”“It was just a charade at your engagement.”All of a sudden, the nurse informs us that Ethan has woken up. My heart races as I see the reaction from everyone around me. Without wasting a second, we all rush into his room. Ethan’s eyes are open, and the first thing he does is call out to his parents.There’s a moment of palpable relief as his mother and father rush to his side, elation lighting up their faces. They hold him close, their hands trembling with emotion, and for the first time in a long while, they seem to have a piece of peace back in their lives.But what stands out most is that Ethan doesn’t even look at Lydia. Not once. Her presence, once central to his confusion, seems to fade into the background. She stands near the door, frozen, her eyes glassy with unshed tears as she watches the reunion. I don’t know whether it’s fear, regret, or sadness that’s written on her face, but
ARIA’S POV“I’m not letting you take Ethan from me.”Lydia sits next to me, vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen before. She begins speaking softly, revealing her regrets and the reasons behind her actions. She admits that her past choices were driven by greed and a hunger for wealth, and that those choices led her to hurt Ethan and her ex-fiancé. She speaks of how, after fleeing to Arizona to escape the wreckage of her old life, she found Ethan on the shore, lost and helpless. In that moment, she says, she saw not the man she had wronged but someone she could help. Someone who needed her.It’s difficult to fully believe her, but something about her story rings true. The way she talks about Ethan and her past mistakes feels raw and genuine, not the calculated coldness I once associated with her. She explains that when Ethan didn’t remember anything—not his name, not his family, not even his old life—he still remembered her.“We’re meant to be together. Else, he wouldn’t have landed her
ARIA’S POVWe’re all seated in the waiting area of the hospital, the sterile smell and bright lights only adding to the tension. Ethan’s parents, sitting across from me, glance in my direction every so often, their frowns deepening as if my mere presence is an offense.It’s not the first time I’ve seen that look on their faces, and it probably won’t be the last. But what baffles me is how they’ve chosen to forget about Lydia entirely. She’s sitting in the corner of the room, arms folded, her face pale and tight with worry. I can’t tell if she’s genuinely concerned for Ethan or if this is all just another one of her well-rehearsed acts.I lean back in my chair, trying to process it all. At least the Mitchells had realized that their son had lost his memory before I even had the chance to explain. It was painfully obvious—his reaction when he saw them, the way his body gave out from the shock.He fainted because it was too much for him. Yet, here they are, acting like I’m the villain in
ARIA’S POVLydia seems to sense that she’s outnumbered. She glares at us for a moment, then steps aside, opening the door fully. We enter the house, the air thick with tension. I glance around, spotting the packed boxes in the corner. They were planning to leave, just as I suspected.I spot Ethan standing in the living room. He’s casually scrolling through his phone, but the second he looks up and sees me, there’s a flicker of recognition in his eyes. I hold my breath, waiting for some kind of reaction. But then, his parents step in behind me, and that’s when everything changes.Ethan freezes. His phone slips out of his hand and clatters onto the floor, but his gaze is locked on his parents. I can practically see the gears turning in his mind, as if something deep inside him is suddenly being unlocked. His face goes pale, and his eyes widen in shock.And then, just as quickly as it all hits him, Ethan stumbles back, clutching his head. He takes a few shaky steps before collapsing to t
ARIA’S POVI sit in my car, my eyes on the house as the night falls deeper. All the windows are dark, the curtains drawn, and not a single sign of movement inside. It’s almost midnight, and it doesn’t look like Lydia and Ethan are going anywhere tonight.Still, I can’t afford to take any risks. If I leave or let my guard down for even a second, who knows what they might do. Maybe they’ll sneak out in the early hours, slip away when no one is watching.But exhaustion is catching up to me. The rented car is spacious enough, well-equipped for a long night of waiting. I’ve pinned my location for the people I’ve summoned here—they’ll call when they’re close. I settle into the seat, finally allowing myself a moment to rest. There’s no harm in taking a quick nap while I wait.I drift off, my mind a swirl of thoughts and plans. Every scenario plays out in my head; confronting Lydia, pulling Ethan out of there, making sure he’s safe. It’s not peaceful sleep by any means, but it’s something.Ho
ARIA’S POVMy stomach churns with hunger, but the idea of stepping away from my spot, even for a moment, feels out of the question. I’ve been sitting here, fixated on the house, watching every movement behind those walls. It’s like Lydia and Ethan are carrying on with their perfect little life, while I’m stuck out here, trying to figure out what to do next.I have moved too far now to catch their conversation clearly, and their voices aren’t as loud as they were before. On top of that, before they notice me, I have to make sure I keep my distance.The sight of them earlier, packing boxes, moving around like they’re planning to skip town, is enough to make my blood boil. I can’t let that happen.I need to eat, I need to think, but there’s no way I can leave the area, not even for a second. They could take off, and I’d have no idea where they would go. If I lose track of them, it could be the last time I ever see Ethan. The thought alone makes my heart race.Then, I spot a kid in the di
ARIA’S POVI got the address and I head directly to the place to spy on Ethan and Lydia. My first step is to observe the surrounding and checking on their movements.“Aiden, love. Shall I keep this in the bag?”“Yes, baby.”She is addressing him as Aiden, and I roll my eyes in exasperation.As I watch from my hidden spot, I can barely contain the rage boiling inside me. Ethan, living a normal life with that deceitful witch, Lydia, like they’re some kind of perfect couple. How can he not see through her lies?My heart races, each second feeling like an eternity. She’s manipulating him, keeping him trapped in this farce, and it’s beyond infuriating. Ethan’s family has no idea he’s even alive, and meanwhile, he’s here, with her, under this disgusting illusion of love.But then something changes. I notice a flurry of activity at their house. Boxes. Bags. They’re packing up. My eyes narrow, and I feel a sudden rush of panic. This isn’t just spring cleaning or a casual weekend trip—they’re