***CAMILLA’S POV***
I stare at the strange man looking down at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Don't be scared," he says softly, his voice soothing. "I'll tell you everything," he adds, offering a small smile. "Your name is Camilla, and I'm Alaric."
I am so confused and try to grasp the situation. "Who are you?" I manage to ask, my voice shaky. He maintains his gentle smile, as if he's relieved to see me awake. "I'm your husband. We've been married for a year now," he explains, his words sending shockwaves through my already bewildered mind.
My eyes widen, and I search his face for any sign that he might be joking. But he appears sincere, and I'm shocked that I’m already married, a fact I can't seem to remember.
Why can't I recognize my own husband? "It's been a terrible month for
