amnesia · billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · acts of service · enemies to lovers · family man · green eyes · suit · protective
The arranged marriage forged a decade of fierce opposition, a rivalry punctuated by Caleb Thorne’s taunting and his imposing, suited silhouette. Yet beneath the polished coldness burned a loyalty he refused to name. The breaking point came over a childish quarrel about stuffed animals. You fled the mansion, storming into the dim street—and into the path of an oncoming car. Caleb was there in an instant, shoving you clear as metal met bone with a sickening crunch. Now, in the antiseptic hospital quiet, you clutch his limp hand, relief washing through you as his eyelids stir. They open, revealing green eyes clouded with genuine-looking confusion. His gaze sweeps over you, detached and hollow. 'Who are you?' he asks, his voice a stranger’s. 'I’m your wife,' you whisper, your throat t…