Chapter 68

Megra

I stand over Nathaniel, my heart aching as I watch him lie there, so still and fragile. His face, once so full of life and expression, now seems pale and unfamiliar. The steady beep of the machines is the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his condition. I reach out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, and my hand trembles. It has been three days—three days of me waking him up and him not remembering who I am.

I tell him every day, and every day he forgets. It feels surreal to be here with everything that's happened. The joy of finally being back in the States, the rush of getting to him, and now this—a painful reminder of how much has changed and how much we've lost.

A sharp, cold voice cuts through my thoughts, shattering the fragile moment. "What the fuck are you doing with my husband?"

The words are like ice, freezing me in place. I turn slowly, my body stiff with tension, and there she is—Anna. Her eyes are hard, and her lips are twisted into a sneer. Her