Vivian looked into the mirror, touched by the reflection staring back at her. Draped in the stunning wedding gown, she could feel the luxurious fabric caressing her skin. The delicate lace and pleated silk hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her femininity. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction and a hint of wonder at her own reflection.“I never thought I could look this beautiful!” Vivian whispered to herself, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She turned gracefully, the smooth silk swirling around her.Kristen clapped her hands and couldn’t help but lavish praise on her friend. “Vivian, you look absolutely breathtaking! Louis won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Vivian blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Do you really think so?""Absolutely! This dress is made for you. It's perfection," Kristen exclaimed, her words filled with awe.Vivian looked at herself once again, her smile fading slightly. She thought of Louis and her dream wedding, a twinge of anxiety flic

The car collided with Vivian with devastating force, sending her delicate frame sprawling to the ground, unconscious and drenched in her own blood. Vanessa, gripping the steering wheel, was engulfed in a tidal wave of panic, her senses overwhelmed. "Damn it!" She screamed, pounding her fists against the wheel. Her heart thudded wildly as she realized the severity of her actions. In a state of utter terror, she floored the accelerator, fleeing the scene at a dizzying speed. Bystanders watched in horrified disbelief, witnessing the brutality of the moment unfold before their eyes. The air was thick with cries of shock and the frenzied sound of people pulling out their phones, dialing emergency services and reporting to the police. Chaos reigned, punctuated by a sense of urgency and disbelief. Amidst the pandemonium, Louis arrived, his face draining of color as he took in the horrific sight before him. Vivian, the woman he held dear, lay in a pool of her own blood, her body seemingly

Kristen burst into the room, her quick steps and tears streaming down her cheeks saying more than the words she could say. As she lay down, her gaze was fixed on Vivian's eyes. Otis also hugged Kristen tightly, as if to tell her not to worry too much because it would harm the baby in her womb. "Are you ok?" Kristen's voice was a trembling whisper, a stark contrast to the strength she usually exuded. Vivian smiled softly, relieved to finally meet the only person she remembered. "No problem, Kristen. I'm perfectly fine!" Vivian's gaze then shifted to Louis, and she made a suggestion. "Could you please step outside, Louis?" "I need to talk to Kristen." She just wanted this conversation to be private so she could confirm a few things. Louis nodded and walked away with Otis, leaving the two women alone with their thoughts. Kristen sat down next to Vivian's bed and gently held her hand. Her eyes welled up with tears as she remembered the moment she learned the bad news. Her heart clench

Vivian's recuperation was visible two days after she was released from the hospital, a gentle return to the world she previously knew. Louis tentatively approached the subject of their living arrangements after finishing the discharge formalities. "Would you mind staying with me? I want us to be close so you can recall our shared memories more quickly," he said, his words tinged with hope. Vivian shook her head, watching the expressions on his face. His brief disappointment tugged at her emotions, and she knew the depth of his adoration was genuine. "I'd rather you stay with me at my place," she finally added, expressing a need for routine and some sort of control in a life that had suddenly been turned upside down. Louis's face lit up, a stark contrast to the stern mask he usually wore. The powerful guy, who was always so composed, reveled in the simple confirmation of a lady he adored. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, a show of love. He contacted his assistant righ

Louis shattered the stillness, his whisper slicing through the gloom, "I love you, Viv. Beyond anything else." His tone, a tender stroke, acted as a balm to the storm of sentiments raging within Vivian. Silence was her response, her heartbeat a drumbeat of confusion, as she navigated through her maelstrom of apprehensions and longing. Her memory of their shared past was a blank slate.In a surge of impulsivity, Vivian cast aside the pillow, her action louder than any spoken word. The chasm between them closed as Louis encircled her in his embrace, pulling her to him. Vivian sought refuge in his arms, her head against his chest, attuned to the consistent beat of his heart. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, the reason for her weeping unclear, possibly the purest expression of her soul.Louis's hand gently swept across Vivian's back. "Life without you is unimaginable," he murmured, his breath a warm caress on her nape.Elevating her gaze to his, the anguish in his look, the unfiltered sinc