Epilogue
10 months later
I was not keen on living in a mansion at all or even moving to a different mansion but Max insisted that we move. He wanted to be nowhere near Beverly Hills and I totally agreed with him on that one account.
Now we were living in a different mansion on the outskirts of the busy city. I sat at the balcony and I was looking at my beautiful garden that my husband had planted for me. It was not red roses that was shipped in from different countries only to be forgotten, instead Max had different ideas.
The beautiful baby blue flowers were planted many in numbers and each of them looked breath taking. Max had the best designer plant me ‘forget me not’ flowers honouring the fact that even when he could not remember me at the time, he was still brought back to me and
