Chapter 58\u00a0<\/p>\n
DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
We went home to our two\u2013bedroom small apartment after we closed the shop. Upon entering the door, the huge frame of our wedding picture greeted me. And every corner of this house was filled with pictures of us. I have no reason to doubt him, yet I have this strange feeling that tells me this isn\u2019t right.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why am I doubting him?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay, sweetheart?\u201d he asked as he gently caressed my back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I flinched against his touch. No matter how much I tried, I can\u2019t bring myself to get used to it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2013I\u2019m fine. I\u2019m tired. That\u2019s all,\u201d I replied, forcing a smile on my face as I subtly put a distance between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I went straight to my room and quickly locked the door. I breathe a sigh of relief as I lean against the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It\u2019s been two years, and yet, we haven\u2019t shared a room. When I got out of the hospital, I told him I\u2019m not ready to share a bed until I regain my memory. He was reluctant at first, but eventually, he agreed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I headed straight for the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the unease twisting in my stomach. The steam fogged up the mirror, the room filling with warmth, but it couldn\u2019t melt the strange, crawling suspicion settling under my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kept replaying the way I flinched when he touched me. The way something inside me whispered, \u201cThis isn\u2019t right,\u201d even when everything around me looked so normal. Perfect wedding photos lining the walls.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t remember anything, but I should at least feel something about him, right? But his presence feels strange.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around myself. I walked toward the closet with shaky hands, pulling out the first set of fresh clothes I could reach. The fabric felt soft against my fingers, familiar in a way my memories still weren\u2019t. I dressed slowly, buying myself a moment to steady my breathing, to convince myself that the strange heaviness in my chest was nothing but exhaustion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I plugged in the blow dryer, its hum filling the small room as warm air brushed through my damp hair. The noise was oddly soothing, almost enough to drown out the quiet questions knocking inside my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why was I feeling like this?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why did his touch still make me tense, even after two years?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ran my fingers through my hair, guiding the warm air down the strands, forcing myself to breathe normally. This should\u2019ve been a peaceful moment\u2013me, in my room, getting ready for bed after a long day at the shop. But even then, something felt off, like the air was too heavy, the silence too expectant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I finally turned off the dryer, the sudden quiet made my ears ring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s when I heard it\u2013his voice drifting faintly from the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I cracked the door open, just enough to peek out, then stepped quietly into the hallway. The light from the kitchen spilled faintly across the floor, stretching like a thin line I was somehow afraid to cross. My bare feet barely made a sound as I walked, every step slow and careful, my heart pounding harder the closer I got.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice became clearer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I told you, I\u2019m doing everything I can. But if he\u2019s still looking for her after all this time, then we have a problem,\u201d he whispered, his tone sharper than I\u2019d ever heard inside our home\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 58\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stopped near the corner, hidden by the wall, hardly daring to eathe..\u00a0<\/p>\n
20 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
He sighed, frustrated. \u201cDo you understand what that means? If he finds out she\u2019s still alive\u2026\u201d His voice dropped lower, too low for me to catch the rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still alive.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words hit me like ice water.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was he talking about me?\u00a0<\/p>\n
My fingers curled tight against my side as I leaned closer, desperate to hear more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She doesn\u2019t remember anything,\u201d he continued. \u201cShut the fuck up! I am her husband. I\u2019m her only husband! I will always be her husband!\u201d He said firmly in between gritted teeth as his jaw clenched in tension.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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