The amnesia, his obsession

Chapter 4:beginning to love my wife

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Isabella couldn't breathe.

"Who ...are you?" He asked.

Those words echoed in her head like a nightmare.

Her fingers trembled at her sides, nails digging into her palm as she forced herself not to break down.

He really didn't remember.

Not the wedding, not the hatred, not even her.

A sharp pain twisted in her chest—but beneath it... something else stirred.

Something dangerous. A chance.

"I..." Isabella swallowed, her voice barely steady. "I'm your wife."

The word felt strange on her tongue.

Wife?"

Leonard's brows furrowed slightly as he studied her face.

His gaze lingered longer than it should have.

Slow, intense.

As if he was trying to piece together something his mind couldn't remember... but his body somehow recognized.

"My... wife?" he repeated.

There was no disgust in his voice, not coldness, just confusion and something else.

Something that made Isabella's heart beat faster.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Mr. Deluca, you're suffering from memory loss due to the accident. Some memories may return with time... others may not."

Leonard didn't respond.

His eyes never left Isabella, it was unsettling.

Before, his gaze used to freeze her.

Now... it burned.

"Come here," he suddenly said.

The command was soft—but firm.

Isabella hesitated.

This wasn't the same man.

Or maybe... this was a version of him she had never met before.

Slowly, she stepped closer to the bed.

"Closer," he murmured.

Her breath caught but she obeyed.

Now she stood right beside him, too close.

Close enough to see every detail of his face... and the unfamiliar warmth in his eyes.

Leonard lifted his hand weakly—and before she could react, his fingers wrapped gently around her wrist.

The touch sent a shock through her body.

"You don't feel like a stranger," he said quietly.

Her heart skipped.

"What?"

His grip tightened slightly, pulling her even closer.

"You said you're my wife..." His voice dropped, low and rough. "Then why do I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time... but still don't want you to leave?"

Isabella froze.

This wasn't normal, this wasn't how it was supposed to be.

He was supposed to forget her,

Not... look at her like this.

The nurse stepped forward. "Sir, you need to rest—"

"No."

Leonard didn't even look at her.

His eyes were still locked on Isabella.

"Stay," he said.

It wasn't a request, it was a command.

Isabella's heart pounded violently.

Just yesterday, this man had told her not to expect his touch.

Now...

He was holding her like she belonged to him.

"I think you should rest," she said softly, trying to pull her hand away.

His grip tightened instantly.

A flash of something dark crossed his eyes.

"Did I say you could leave?"

The room went still. Even the nurse froze,

Isabella's breath hitched.

There it was, power, control, possession.

But this time... it wasn't mixed with hatred.

It was something far more dangerous.

"Leonard..." she whispered.

His thumb brushed lightly against her skin, sending shivers up her spine.

"If you're my wife..." he said slowly, his voice almost a whisper now, "then you should stay with me."

A pause.Then—

"Or are you lying?"

Isabella's heart nearly stopped.

Because in that moment...

She realized something terrifying.

Leonard may have lost his memory—But not his instincts.

And right now...

Every instinct in him was pulling him toward her.