ARIA’S POVAs I arrive at my dad’s house, dragging my luggage behind me, I feel a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I can barely keep myself upright, the weight of everything that has happened pressing down on my shoulders.The moment I step inside, my dad looks up from his spot on the couch, his eyes widening in surprise. He’s completely taken aback, his usual calm demeanor replaced with concern as he sees the state I’m in. Nathan and Neal are also there, lounging in the living room, and their expressions quickly shift to worry the moment they see me.I don’t even have to say a word before they are all on their feet, rushing over to me, their faces etched with anxiety. They’re asking me questions, one after another, their voices blending together in a chaotic blur.“Why is your face so ashen?”“What happened, Aria?”“What’s with the luggage?”Their concern is obvious, and for a moment, I feel overwhelmed by it all. I’ve been holding everything together for so long, trying to keep up t
ARIA’S POVNeal makes me chuckle with his light-hearted comments, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, even if only for a moment. It’s a relief to be surrounded by my family, to feel their support and warmth.“Let’s go for a drink!”I tell Neal that we need to head to the bar to celebrate my memory coming back, to mark the end of this bizarre chapter of my life and the beginning of a new one. It’s been too long since I felt like myself, and now that I’m here, I can’t afford to stay sad and ponder over what has happened. I need to live in the present, to catch up on everything I’ve missed. I’ve had enough of being manipulated, of living under Adam’s control, and it’s time to take my life back.Neal grins at my suggestion, and Nathan gives me a supportive nod. They’re both eager to help me reclaim my life, to see me happy again. As we head to the bar, I feel a strange mix of emotions—relief, excitement, and a lingering sense of unease. There’s a question that ha
ADAM’S POVAria left. The door barely made a sound as it closed behind her, but it might as well have been a thunderclap, echoing through the empty hallways of our home and reverberating deep inside me. I couldn’t hold her back. I didn’t even have the words.They were tangled up somewhere between my heart and my throat, caught in the tempest of emotions raging inside me. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to the vibrant life we had been building together in this house. It’s as if everything that was good, everything that mattered, had been snatched away in an instant.The pain is unbearable, a deep, searing ache that tears my heart apart. It’s a feeling I’ve never known before, like a hurricane has come and devastated my world, sweeping away all that was precious to me. I always feared this day would come, the day when she’d remember everything and realize the truth I had tried so hard to hide.I thought I could keep her by my side forever, make her happy enough
ARIA’S POVReaching out to the Mitchells weighs heavily on my mind. Ethan was my best friend, just like Stella. I feel a deep sense of obligation to them, even if our recent interactions have been strained and awkward. It doesn’t help that I suspect they might not have particularly warm feelings towards me right now, especially after everything that has happened.The idea of suddenly appearing at their doorstep, announcing that my memory has miraculously returned, and offering to help find Ethan feels almost absurd. But I can’t shake the need to do something, to reach out in some way. Maybe if I talk to Stella first, I can explain myself, tell her about my memory coming back, and maybe, just maybe, we can work together to help the Mitchells find Ethan.The thought of Ethan fills me with a deep, gnawing grief. He was in that crash too, and I have no idea if he survived. It’s a hollow, painful feeling, knowing that I made it out alive but not knowing what happened to him.The guilt of s
ARIA’S POVI meet Stella at our regular café, a familiar place that holds countless memories of laughter, secrets, and support. As I walk in, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets me, momentarily easing the tension in my chest. I spot Stella at our usual table by the window, her eyes scanning the door anxiously. When she sees me, her face breaks into a tentative smile, though I can sense the concern lurking just beneath the surface.As I sit down, we exchange the usual pleasantries, but there’s an unspoken heaviness between us, a shared understanding that today’s conversation will be different from our usual lighthearted chats. I take a deep breath, steadying myself, and then I begin to tell her everything. I explain how, miraculously, I’ve regained my memory, how the fog that had clouded my mind for so long has finally lifted. I share the details of the envelope I received, the divorce papers, the letter, the damning evidence that exposed Adam’s deceit.Stella listens
ADAM’S POVI start digging into the stack of envelopes we've been receiving at home and in my office, spreading them out across my desk. They all look so innocuous at first glance—plain, white, nothing remarkable. But there are subtle similarities that are hard to ignore.The way they're addressed, the handwriting, even the type of paper. It's all too deliberate, too planned. Someone is behind this, and they’ve been sending these messages with a purpose.My mind immediately goes to the Wilson family. They've never been overly fond of me, especially after everything that happened with Aria. Could they be trying to jolt her memory back, to get her away from me and back into their fold? The idea isn’t far-fetched. They’ve always been protective of her, and with good reason. Would they risk her health like this, sending her into a spiral of confusion and pain just to separate us? It doesn't quite add up. They love Aria too much to put her through this kind of turmoil.I push the thought a
EVAN’S POVI look at my wife with a mix of triumph and frustration. I say, my voice steady but charged with emotion.“We’ve done it. We managed to separate Adam and Aria.”But this isn’t the end. We’re not finished with them yet. Aria might have regained her memory, or she might be playing some kind of game. We don’t know for sure. What we do know is that she’s out of Adam Miller’s house, and that makes her more vulnerable.My wife’s eyes narrow, her anger barely concealed, she agrees, her voice cold and resolute.“Yes, she’s vulnerable now. But we need to understand what she’s up to.”While she was with Ethan, she was still entangled with Adam despite their divorce. Clearly, there was something brewing between them, and Ethan ended up being the casualty. It’s like he’s always getting involved with the wrong women. First, Lydia, the gold digger, and now Aria. She might be a billionaire, but she’s played with his life, and now she’s just moving on like nothing happened.I feel a tight
ADAM’S POVI can’t stand the thought of Aria being targeted again, especially when she’s innocent. It’s clear that the only way to put an end to this madness is to confront the Mitchells directly. They deserve to know the truth about what happened, and I need to clear Aria’s name once and for all.When I arrive at the Mitchells’ home, the tension is obvious. They don’t want me there, but they’re willing to listen, at least for now. I take a deep breath and begin to explain everything. I tell them about the plane crash, how Aria ended up on a deserted island, and how we searched tirelessly for her.I recount how I was the first to find her and the ordeal with the pirates, which left her with no memory of the events. I describe how we had to focus on her recovery, hoping they might understand that we were all doing our best under impossible circumstances.“Keep your crap to yourself!”But it’s clear they are not convinced. The Mitchells are consumed by grief and anger, and I can’t blame
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