Damian gazed at Elena, who remained silent, her eyes swollen from tears. His breath came heavy, as though he was carrying an invisible burden.

“Nathan… is he really my husband?” Elena asked again, her voice trembling.

Damian nodded slowly. “Yes, El. You married him… after we separated.”

Elena shook her head, her face filled with confusion and panic. “So what they said is true? Everything feels so strange, Damian. Why did I have to suffer from amnesia?”

Damian let out a long sigh, then reached for his phone on the table. “I know you won’t believe just my words. I’ll show you something.”

Elena stared at Damian with tear-filled eyes,...