THE CEO'S WIFE HAS NO MEMORY

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a stranger holding my hand. He was handsome. Painfully handsome. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. Expensive black suit. A silver watch that probably cost more than my entire house. But there was something about his eyes that frightened me. They were filled with relief. “You're awake,” he whispered. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. “Who… are you?” The man's expression changed. For a moment, he looked like I'd stabbed him. Then he leaned closer. “I'm Adrian.” I stared at him. He swallowed hard before saying the words that would change my life. “I'm your husband.” My heart stopped. “My… what?” “Your husband, Elena.” I looked down. A diamond ring glittered on my finger. I stared at it in confusion. “I don't remember you.” Silence filled the room. Adrian's fingers tightened around mine. “You were in an accident,” he said carefully. “The doctors said you might have memory loss.” “How long?” “Three years.” Three years? I closed my eyes, desperately searching my mind. Nothing. No wedding. No husband. No memories. Just darkness. Then suddenly, a flash appeared in my mind. A bedroom. A broken mirror. My own voice screaming. And Adrian standing in front of me. I opened my eyes. He was still holding my hand. But this time, I pulled away. Because I remembered one thing. I had been terrified of him. And somehow… I knew I had a reason. Adrian's face went pale. “What did you remember?” I stared at him. “I don't know.” He stood up too quickly. “Don't try to remember.” His voice was suddenly cold. “Why?” He didn't answer. Instead, he walked toward the door. Just before leaving, he stopped. Without turning around, he said quietly, “Because the truth almost killed you once.” The door closed. And for the first time since waking up, I wondered if the accident had really been an accident.