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,”...