All Chapters of The Forgotten Marriage: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

As Roman stepped into the kitchen, I felt a sudden tension coil in my stomach. His eyes swept over the scene, lingering on Greece before settling on me. I couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered, perhaps taking in my new blonde hair.Or maybe it was something else. He looked at me like he was unable to look away and I heldy breath, waiting for whatever it was he wanted to do…or say. "I... I brought dinner," Roman finally said, lifting a bag I hadn't noticed before. The scent of something delicious wafted from it, and I felt a pang of surprise and warmth at the gesture. It was something he had never done before, at least not since I'd lost my memories.Dinner? Damn it, why was he being so…so… "Oh," I said, caught off guard. "That's very thoughtful of you, Roman. We've actually just finished cooking, but we can save what you brought for tomorrow. It won't go to waste," I replied in the most steady voice I could muster, unsure of why I was feeling slightly bad that I made dinn

JESSICAThe cool evening breeze rustled through my newly dyed hair as I made my way back to St. Mary's Hospital for my night shift. I felt refreshed after my day off, but a nagging worry tugged at the back of my mind. Greece was Roman's sister, I did not know her that well but we'd run into each other a few times due to the fact that our families were somewhat involved. I always imagined her to be the baby of the family, the pampered one and Roman the one who all their expectations eere out on. But it seemed Roman's parents were just really shitty people. Because why the fuck do they treat their kids that way? But then again, am I in any position to judge? I felt a pang of guilt as my thoughts drifted in that direction, I tried to brutal those thoughts, just like I have for the past five years…bury it so fucking deep that it wouldn't resurface. As I pushed through the staff entrance, the familiar antiseptic smell hit me, instantly transporting me back into work mode. I nodded at

The city streets felt different as I made my way home from my meeting with Uncle Sal. The familiar buildings and bustling sidewalks seemed charged with a new energy, or maybe that was just my frayed nerves. Uncle Sal had been... well, Uncle Sal. Cryptic, slightly menacing, but ultimately reassuring in his own twisted way. He'd promised to "take care of things" on the family front, at least for now. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know what that meant, but I hoped it would buy me some time to figure out my next move. As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder more often than I'd like to admit. Was I being paranoid, or had my father's visit awakened some long-dormant instinct for danger? Oh for fucks sake! I quickened my pace, my apartment building finally coming into view. Just a few more blocks and I'd be safe behind my locked door. I could draw the curtains, turn off my

AMELIAAs I stepped into the conference room, the weight of every single gaze in the room pressed down on me like a bag of rocks on my sboulders. The air felt thick with tension, making it harder to breathe than it already was. My heart was hammering against my ribcage like a bell, threatening to burst right through, but I refused to let my nervousness show on my face. Instead, I schooled my features into what I hoped was a pleasant, confident expression and offered everyone a practiced smile.I'd been dreading this meeting for weeks. Because despite all of my research and catching up, I knew there would definitely be a slip up. I had to be cautious. My amnesia made being in there seem like my life long dream had come too early. The conference room was exactly as I remembered it - a large, oval mahogany table dominated the space, surrounded by plush leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, offering a spectacular view of the city skyline. But right now, I couldn't a

ROMAN She looked like she'd walked straight out of the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen. The greens in her eyes seemed brighter and swirling with emotions I couldn't comprehend all at once. I wasn't sure when it had started or why it hasn't stopped, but everytime I see Amelia…I want to kiss her. Every single time the thought runs through my mind, heavy…honest. She was dressed in a pants suit and if I didn't know any better I would say she was back to who she used to be, but the blond hair, that twinkle in her eyes and the discomfort in her posture. She didn't love me anymore. Somehow…I wasn't okay with that. She was solely attracted to me now, she's admitted to it a few times. I shook my head. None of those thoughts mattered, not now…not until she wants what I want. “You should have called, I would've rounded up sooner,” I voiced, watching as her lips stretched into what seemed to be an uncomfortable smile. She was on edge, something was up with her. She shook her he