Page 2 of Owned By My Husband

“Baby, we’ve been married for six months now.”

“That’s… impossible,” I mumbled, shaking my head. None of this can be real. It has to be some kind of twisted dream or some stupid prank.

Because there’s no way in hell I’d ever marry stupid, hot, despicable Cameron Bates.

I stare at Cam, bewildered, my heart pounding.

He turns to the doctor, who gives him a sad smile.

“Mr. Bates, it looks like your wife lost part of her memory. But I’m sure it’s only temporary.”

Cam’s worried gaze returns to me and he reaches for my hand again, the touch of his much larger one, gentle.

“Aish’… we had a beautiful wedding on the beach back home. Everyone was there.” His tone is earnest, eyes searching. He looks so sincere.

His words and earnest expression trigger a faint flicker of something, like an old photograph coming into hazy focus. I grasp at it, trying to remember, but it slips away into the fog clouding my mind.

I shake my head again, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t remember any of that!”

When I open my eyes, Cam is gazing at me with a mix of concern and confusion.

“The last thing I recall is being at home in my apartment,” I say. “Then next thing I know, I’m waking up on this boat. I have no idea how I got here!”

Cameron stares at me. “You’re serious,” he whispers, voice filled with horror. “Oh, my God.” He sinks down on the couch next to me, head in his hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“I don’t remember our supposed wedding or how we got here. As far as I’m concerned, you’re still ‘Butt-face Cam’.”

He lifts his head, and there’s a storm of emotions in his eyes. Pain, fear, longing. “You haven’t called me that in a long time, Aisha,” Cam says softly. “A lot has changed between us. I… God…” He shakes his head.

I glare at him, frustration boiling inside me. “Nothing you’re saying sounds real, Cam.”

He reaches for my hand again, and I jerk away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snap.

“Aisha, we’ve been through so much…” He gestures around the lavish cabin. “We’re on our honeymoon, for fuck’s sake!”

“I don’t know how I ended up here, but I sure as hell didn’t marry you!”

Cam flinches, pain flashing across his gorgeous face, and I feel my heart pinch. But I shove down the feeling. I don’t owe him shit. Not after the way he’s treated me for most of our lives.

“I want to go back home. Alone.”

“You’re my wife, Aisha, and I’m not leaving your side.” His square jaw sets into its familiar stubborn line, almond-shaped eyes glinting with determination.

I scoff. “I have no intention of playing wife with you, Cameron Bates.”

Cam opens his mouth, then closes it again. Hurt and frustration war on his face, but after a long beat, he nods.

“You’re my wife, and I love you. Your memory will come back, and when they do…” His eyes meet mine, soft and intense. “You’ll remember us.”

I roll my eyes, folding my arms across my chest. Pretending I didn’t feel a weird spark at his words. “Right.” Cam’s jaw tightens, but he holds my gaze steadily. His words strike a chord in me, resonating in a way I don’t understand. I frown, shaking my head. “You’re delusional.”

Cam says softly, “I’ll help you remember, baby.”

His words stir something deep inside me, like the echo of an old song. But it’s impossible. None of this makes any sense! I stare at Cam, frustration warring with incertitude. Why do his words move me? I don’t understand, and the not knowing only makes me angrier.

“You’re lying,” I hiss. “I sure as hell didn’t marry you! Now take me back to shore before I jump overboard!”

Cam’s face hardens. He turns on his heel and stalks off, leaving me fuming on the deck behind him.

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