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 POVReturning to the office after weeks away, I'm immediately swept up in a whirlwind of greetings and well-wishes. My team has arranged a small welcome-back party, complete with balloons, a cake, and cheerful music.It’s heartening to see everyone so happy to have me back, and I can’t help but smile at the warmth in the room. I make my way through the crowd, exchanging hugs and handshakes, grateful for the support that has been waiting for me during my absence.As the party continues around me, I settle into my office and begin sifting through the stacks of reports and documents that have piled up in my absence. To my relief, the team has managed everything brilliantly while I was away.It’s clear they’ve gone above and beyond to ensure the business continues to run smoothly, and I feel a surge of pride in my colleagues. It feels good to be back, surrounded by familiar faces and the hum of a bustling workplace.Just as I’m starting to get into a rhythm, my phone buzzes on the
ADAM’S POV“I need to talk to you urgently about the Mitchells.”Aria’s continued silence gnaws at me. It has been some time now since I tried reaching out, and each ignored call and unread message feels like another knife twisting in my gut. At first, I convinced myself not to contact her, not to stir up more trouble.I knew the Mitchells were already on edge, their grief and anger over Ethan’s disappearance clouding their judgement. I feared that any attempt to explain myself or clear the air would only provoke them further, potentially putting Aria in more danger. But after what happened when I visited them, I’m not so sure anymore.I had gone to their house with the best intentions, hoping to calm the waters and explain everything. I wanted them to understand that neither Aria nor I were to blame for what happened to Ethan. However they wouldn’t listen.They were so consumed by their grief and rage that they wouldn’t hear a word I said. It was like talking to a wall. Now it seems
NEAL’S POVI never expected Aria to regain her memory so soon. It was a shock to all of us when she suddenly started recalling everything, piecing together the fragments of her life that had been lost to the trauma. At first, when she came back home, she was understandably devastated, struggling to come to terms with what had happened to her. But despite the confusion and the emotional turmoil, I was secretly relieved that she was no longer under Adam Miller's influence. I’m grateful to whoever sent her the evidence that opened her eyes and got her out of that house. It was a blessing in disguise, a much-needed jolt that brought her back to reality and away from him.The night we took her out to the bar, it was clear she was trying hard to act normal, to have a good time. However beneath the surface, I could see the pain and uncertainty. Our sister, always the inquisitive one, kept pressing us about why we hadn’t brought Aria back to our place from the hospital. Why did we let her sta
ARIA’S POVAs I leave the office, my mind is swirling with thoughts about Adam. Neal had called earlier, sounding both annoyed and baffled, telling me that Adam had reached out to him. Adam had the nerve to ask Neal to convince me to return his calls.He claimed they were urgent, but I knew better than to believe his desperation. It’s just like Adam to try every possible route to get my attention. His persistence doesn’t surprise me anymore; it frustrates me. He has always been this way—relentless, never taking no for an answer. But this time, it feels different. It feels intrusive, even manipulative.When I finally get home, I head straight to my room and lock the door behind me, needing a moment to myself. As I sit on the edge of my bed, the memories of the past weeks start to flood back. I’ve tried so hard to bury them, to focus on the present and not let the past weigh me down, but now they’re all coming back, vivid and unavoidable.I think back to the plane crash and the terrifyi
ADAM’S POVI walk into my house after work, and the silence feels like a punch to the gut. Everything seems darker, quieter, and colder without Aria here. Her presence filled every corner with warmth and life, and now, without her, it’s just an empty shell.I try to distract myself by turning on the TV or flipping through a book, but nothing holds my attention. It’s hard to believe that just a few days ago, we were here together, laughing and planning for a future I thought we could have. The days without her are long, but the nights are even longer.I thought I could adjust to life without Aria, but I was wrong. Every little thing reminds me of her; the smell of her perfume that still lingers in the hallway, the half-empty bottle of wine we never finished, the soft hum of the fan she always insisted on keeping on. I haven’t even been able to change the sheets on our bed; her scent still clings to them, and I can’t bring myself to wash it away.I spend my nights lying there, staring a
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