Aurora blinked at the sunlight spilling through the window, the softness of the silk sheets under her skin, the smell of fresh coffee in the air.
Then came the confusion.
This wasn't her bed. This wasn't her room.
And the man standing at the doorway, shirtless, holding a steaming mug-he wasn't Liam.
She sat up quickly, her heart racing. "Where am I?"
The man blinked, then gave her a tired, almost sad smile. "You're home. Don't you remember anything?"
"No." Her voice trembled. "Who are you?"
He looked away for a second, like her words stung. "Aiden. Your husband."
She stared. "Husband? That's not possible. I'm engaged to Liam Hart-"
Aiden's jaw tightened. "You were. Until three months ago. You had an accident. A car crash. Severe trauma. You don't remember...any of it?"
Aurora shook her head. Nothing. Just blackness.
She clutched her chest. "You're lying."
"I wish I was," he said softly, setting the coffee down beside her. "But there's a wedding certificate. Photos. Your doctor told us this might happen."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because," he said, eyes heavy with something she couldn't name, "the doctor said not to force anything. But it's been weeks now. And you're starting to remember...aren't you?"
But all she felt was a silent scream echoing in her chest.