Page 14 of Owned By My Husband

“Together,” I echo, sealing our promise with a kiss.

Eight

Chapter 8

A month after we’re back home, the ache behind my eyes still won’t go away. No matter how much I try to relax, or what medicine my doctor prescribes, the dull throb remains—a constant reminder of everything I’ve lost.

With a frustrated sigh, I slam my journal shut. Three weeks of entries, and still nothing. No flash of memory. No glimpse into who I used to be.

Just a vast, empty darkness.

“Anything today?” Cam asks, walking into our condo after work. His voice is light, but the concern in his eyes betrays his worry.

I shake my head. “Nothing yet.”

He enters, getting rid of his bag, tie, and suit jacket, and sits next to me on the couch, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t get discouraged. It’ll come back to you.”

“You keep saying that.” I lean into his warmth, breathing in his familiar scent. If I close my eyes, I can almost remember what it was like before. Almost. “But what if it doesn’t? What if I’m stuck like this forever?”

“That won’t happen.” Cam kisses the top of my head. “We’ll keep trying. There are other treatments we can explore. Acupuncture, hypnosis—whatever it takes.”

“I know you mean well.” I stare at the floor. “But what if I’m not the same person you remember? What if too much has changed?”

“Some things never change.” He tilts my chin up, gazing into my eyes. “Like the way I feel about you. That’s forever, babe. No matter what.”

The conviction in Cam’s voice should reassure me. And yet doubts linger, as persistent as the ache in my skull. Can love truly transcend all? Or will the person I was—the person he fell for—remain forever out of reach?

I want to believe him. More than anything, I want to remember why we belong together.

Before I can respond, a sharp pain stabs through my temples. I wince, pressing a hand to my head.

Cam’s brow furrows. “Another headache?”

I nod, too weak to speak.

“I’m calling the doctor.” He pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

All I can do is cling to him, waiting for the pain to pass. Waiting to find my way back.

* * *

The next day, I sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by more photos. Snapshots of Cam and me. But they might as well be pictures of strangers.

I rub my temples, pain pulsing behind my eyes. It has become my constant companion, a reminder of all that’s been lost.

Panic rises in my chest as I grasp at fading straws of memory. The more I try to remember, the more everything slips through my fingers like grains of sand. Each moment we shared that will never come together again.

In the doorway stands Cam, his usual easy smile dimmed with concern. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great.” I gesture at the photos scattered around me. “I thought these might help, but…” My voice wavers. “What if I never get those memories back?”

“Hey.” Cam kneels before me, taking my hands in his. “You’re worrying yourself sick. We knew this could take time.”

“But what if time isn’t enough?” I blink back tears, hating the weakness but unable to stop them. “What if I can’t be the person you remember? If I can’t love you the way I used to?”

“You’re still you.” Cam pulls me into his arms. “You always will be. Memories or not, we’ll get through this. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

I cling to him, wishing I could believe he was right. But doubts swarm in the dark of my mind, as persistent as the pain. Driving me towards a breaking point, I fear is already close.

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