Arisha’s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes welling with tears as she clung to Sisi. “You don’t understand,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I have no memory of my past! I woke up here in the hospital with nothing—no name, no history. I couldn’t tell them who I was or where I came from. And when I woke up, I had already given birth to my daughter while I was in a coma.”
Ivan’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing as he listened. The confusion and pain in her voice were real, but he sensed there was more. “A coma?” he asked, his tone gentler but still demanding. “For how long?”
Arisha wiped at her tears, her fingers shaking. “Months. I was told I was unconscious for months.” Her gaze flicked toward Sisi, her expression a mix of love and fear. “By the time I woke up, she was already ther
