Alexander's POV
The driver’s tone suggests that I'm being a coward, even though I didn't understand what they were talking about.
I have responsibilities to face, and using my memory loss as an excuse won't help. I need to take action and stop making excuses, instead of just sitting around feeling helpless.
“But how?” Layla asked, looking at me with great concern.
I never trusted her at first when she confessed to being my wife. I had thought she married me because of my status, but with the way she stood up against the old hag and with how attracted I felt towards her earlier, I couldn't doubt anymore.
“With your help,” I replied. “You will tell me everything about me, and you,” I pointed at Larry. “You will tell me everything about the company, showing me the pictures of the workers
