ARIA’S POVAdam has been doing an incredible job balancing work and married life. Every moment he dedicates to me feels special, and I cherish the time we spend together. We’re always going on dates, exploring new places, and just enjoying each other’s company.This is the married life I’ve always dreamed of—marital bliss, a connection that feels unbreakable. Neither of us holds back, and our sex life is nothing short of amazing. There’s an intensity between us that I never knew was possible, and I find myself falling deeper in love with Adam every day. I wish this feeling could last forever.However, one day, our perfect world gets disrupted by unexpected visitors. The maid informs me that the Mitchell family is here to see me. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite place it. Puzzled, I ask her to let them in, curious to see who they are. When they step into the room, I’m greeted by an elderly gentleman and a lady. Their faces are lined with worry, and there’s a heavines
ADAM’S POVSeeing the Mitchells questioning Aria like that, I had to step in. I couldn’t let them push her into remembering anything that could potentially harm her recovery. The doctor’s warnings echoed in my mind—any sudden shock could have catastrophic consequences.The Mitchells, understandably desperate for answers about their son, were becoming more insistent, their tone growing more desperate with each passing second. But I had to protect Aria, to ensure she remained safe, even if it meant sending them away empty-handed.Their faces twisted with frustration as they realized they wouldn’t get the information they were seeking from us. I could feel the tension in the room spike as they turned from pleading to accusatory, their disappointment evident.Despite their persistence, I held firm, gently but firmly escorting them out of our house. As the door closed behind them, the weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders. I knew they were hurting, and I knew how desperat
ARIA’S POVGrandpa arrives, his face lighting up the moment he sees me. His warm embrace brings a sense of comfort I haven’t felt in a while. Then he says, his voice filled with genuine regret.“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come back sooner. But I’m so happy you’re alright, my dear.”I smile, reassured by his presence.“I’m just glad you’re here now, Grandpa. That’s all that matters.”As we sit together, memories flood back of the good times I’ve spent with Grandpa ever since I joined the Miller Corporation. He’s always been more than just Adam’s grandfather to me; he’s been like a Godfather, a mentor who guided me through the maze of corporate life. When I first started, Eva and Elodie treated me like an outsider, often bullying me with their arrogance. To them, I was just a lowly secretary, not worthy of their time or respect.But Grandpa was different. He saw something in me from the beginning and made sure I knew I was valued. And then there was Regis, another kind soul who, like Grand
ADAM’S POVI am filled with pride watching Aria’s bond with my grandfather. From the moment she joined Miller Corporation, she and Grandpa have shared a special connection. Grandpa has always seen her as more than just an employee, and I am grateful to him for that. He was the one who recognized her potential when she was just a secretary, and now I’m the one who’s lucky enough to have her by my side.But lately, I can’t stand to see her struggling. At times, I find her by the window, her eyes clouded with a distant, searching look. She’s trying to remember, to piece together the fragments of her past. I see her face tense with concentration, her hands gripping her temples as if she can physically pull the memories back into place. Then, a sharp grimace crosses her face, and she winces in pain, holding her head.It breaks my heart. All I want is to help her, to ease her pain. I’ve thought about finding the best doctors, the most advanced treatments, anything that could help her recove
ARIA’S POVStella and I are finally together for our long-awaited shopping spree. The moment we step into the first boutique, I can feel my spirits lifting. It’s been so long since we’ve done this, and I’ve missed our time together. We start browsing through racks of clothes, laughing and chatting like old times. I pick out a few dresses, some casual tops, and then my eyes land on the lingerie section. I glance over at Stella with a mischievous grin, winking at her.“I think I need some new sexy lingerie to impress my man.”Stella laughs, though it’s a little forced, nods, and says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.“Well, you deserve it.”As we continue shopping, I tell her all about how Adam has been taking such great care of me. “It’s like a total marital bliss, Stella.”I tell her that he is so attentive, always making sure I’m comfortable and happy, that I feel like I’m living in a dream.Stella nods along, but I notice something in her expression—a flicker of worry, a shad
ARIA’S POVThe next day, I decide it’s time to do some digging of my own. Something about Adam’s and Stella’s stories hasn’t quite added up, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. After all, they both told me about a cruise, but when Ethan’s parents came looking for him, their desperation seemed too real to be based on some random business trip. The way they questioned me, the panic in their eyes—it all pointed to something much more serious.I sit down at my laptop, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before I start typing. I search for any news articles or information about the cruise that Adam and Stella mentioned. As I scroll through the results, my heart starts to race. There’s no mention of a cruise accident. Instead, all the headlines scream about a jet crash.My breath catches in my throat as I click on the first article. It details how a private jet, carrying several people, went down in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. My
ARIA’S POVNow that things between Adam and me seem to be on stable ground, another worry starts to creep into my mind—Adam’s business. The last few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions, from rediscovering our love to uncovering painful truths about the plane crash.But just as I thought we were settling into a new normal, I begin to notice signs of strain in Adam. He’s been distracted lately, his brow furrowed in concentration or worry whenever he thinks I’m not looking.One night, I wake up and realize that Adam is not beside me in bed. The room is silent except for the faint ticking of the clock, and the absence of his warmth makes the night feel colder. I slip out of bed and wrap a robe around myself, padding softly down the hallway to his study.The door is slightly ajar, and as I push it open, I see him sitting at his desk, his face buried in his hands as he massages his temples. Papers are scattered everywhere, a testament to his mounting frustration.“Adam?”I call soft
ADAM’S POV“Adam?”As Aria steps into the study, I can feel the weight of her gaze on me. She approaches quietly, her presence a gentle reminder of the support she constantly offers. I’ve been carrying the stress of the business's decline, trying to shield her from the chaos that seems to have taken over our lives. But I can’t hide my exhaustion. My fingers are massaging my temples, trying to push away the headache that’s been growing worse with each passing day.Aria sits down beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. She’s always been observant, and I know she’s noticed the strain in my posture, the dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights spent worrying about the future. I’ve been doing everything I can to stabilize the business, but nothing seems to be working. It feels like I’m fighting an invisible enemy, one that’s systematically tearing down everything I’ve built.In my mind, I replay the events of the past few weeks, trying to pinpoint where it all started to go
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