Jasper froze, like he had not heard me right.
"What?" he asked.
"Divorce," I repeated, my voice flat and steady.
He walked back to the side of my bed and leaned down, his gaze boring into mine.
"You are not in the right headspace right now," he said. "Do not say things like that."
"I am completely fine," I replied. "We do not have feelings for each other anymore, so we might as well split up."
His voice shook, thick with disbelief. "We have known each other for eight years. How can you say we do not have feelings?"
"But I do not remember any of it," I said. "All that past that means so much to you? It does not exist for me anymore."
His face drained of every last bit of color. "I will make you remember," he said. "I will do whatever it takes."
"The doctor said I might never get my
