Chapter 63: Come Home With Me

Husband. The word reverberated through my mind, foreign and unfamiliar. It seemed to hang in the air between us, heavy with implications and emotions I couldn't quite grasp. I stared at the man before me, his features etched with a mixture of hope and uncertainty, and struggled to reconcile the word with the fragments of memory that danced just beyond my reach.

As Lucian's words settled in, I found myself grappling with a growing sense of disorientation. My memories were elusive, an intricate puzzle missing crucial pieces. All that existed in my mind was a tangle of images, emotions, and a life that felt like a distant dream. But this man, this Lucian, claimed to be my husband—a claim that sent shockwaves through the fragile equilibrium I had managed to establish.

The room we stood in was comfortable, yet foreign. Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm hues across the furnishings. But my attention was solely on Lucian, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that mad