“SPEAK,” she said when they reached the garden. “What do you want to know? Ask me now,”

Achilles heaved a deep sigh. “First of all, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked and arched her brow. She sat on the wing and looked at him.

Achilles pulled the iron chair and sat. “For everything.”

“So, you regained your lost memories, right? When?”

Achilles met her eyes. “When I was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up and saw you. I already knew that time.”

Hera laughed. “Yet you played the fool and even didn’t show respect to me? Great, Achilles. You added more reason why I should hate you,” she...