When I met Zoe, she had amnesia from a car crash eight years prior, with no memory of her past. Despite failed attempts by doctors to restore her memories, she rebuilt her life and became a bestselling author. We grew close, fell in love, and married. Our life seemed perfect until a work party changed everything.
My new boss, Michael, recognized Zoe, calling her “Stella.” Shocked, he said she’d been missing for eight years. Zoe claimed she didn’t know him, but I overheard her pleading with Michael not to reveal her identity, admitting her memory had returned two years ago. She’d kept it secret, fearing her past would ruin our life.
Zoe confessed that her abusive ex-boyfriend had left her to die in the crash. Michael corroborated her story. Though I felt betrayed, realizing my wife was a stranger in some ways, my love for her remained. I vowed to protect her from her past, embracing this as a new beginning for us.
