My Husband Lost His Memories of Our Love

Abigail stood outside the expansive French window, the Christmas cake she had brought clutched tightly in her hands. The warmth of the scene inside contrasted starkly with the biting cold around her. She stared, unmoving, as her heart grew heavier with every passing second.

“Gabriella has endured so much over the past two years, but it’s all in the past now,” Olivia Montgomery said gently, running her fingers through Gabriella’s hair. “My son has always loved you, and that’s what matters. He’s just fulfilling his obligations to Abigail before he can give you the life you deserve.”