ceo · amnesia · obsessive · possessive · modern romance · cold exterior · devoted · wealthy · drama · husband
Rain battered the penthouse glass, turning the city lights into weeping smears of gold and gray. Julian Thorne stood rigid, his silhouette sharp against the storm. He was a man used to conquest, yet he stood defeated by a silence he couldn't break. In the bedroom, you slept, his wife transformed into a stranger by a single moment of impact. Three months had vanished since the accident—three months since she had looked at him with a terrifying vacancy and asked, 'Who are you?' He had tried everything: the scent of jasmine, old photographs, the whispered echoes of their vows, but her mind remained a locked vault. As he extinguished the lights, a suffocating dread tightened in his chest: the fear that the love they built had been erased entirely. He crossed the room and sat beside her, his…