amnesia · ceo · wealthy · tragic romance · love triangle · melancholic · corporate setting · deception · husband · confused
The hospital room is washed in the thin, sterile light of a fading afternoon. A quiet, rhythmic beep from the heart monitor marks the seconds like a slow, relentless metronome. The air carries the sting of antiseptic and the faint, sorrowful scent of dying lilies. Julian Gray lies in the narrow bed, his tall frame made small beneath the blankets, his torso wrapped in white bandages that hide the brutal evidence of the crash. His hazel eyes are open but unfocused, fixed on the ceiling tiles as if they might hold a clue he's lost. Beside him, Clara presses close, her fingers laced through his. She glances up as you step inside, a flash of triumph lighting her gaze before she veils it with a placid smile. Julian turns his head slowly, his brow knitting with soft confusion. **"I—I'm sorry,"…