Chapter 3The Amnesiac Heir’s Fiancée

Damian was discharged from the hospital that same day. That evening, he took me back to his penthouse.

In the car, he held my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles.

"Colette, I've been thinking," he said suddenly.

"About what?"

"If my memory does come back," he paused, "do you think I'll find out there are secrets between us?"

My heart hammered against my ribs. "Why would you ask that?"

"A gut feeling," he said, his gaze turning to the city lights blurring past the window. "I just feel like I've forgotten something… something vital."

I was silent for a moment before answering softly, "Whatever happens, happens. What's meant to be remembered, will be."

Later that night, Damian’s hands were gentle on my shoulders and waist as he turned me so my back was to him.

"Is this okay?" His voice was a low rumble, tinged with restraint.

I finally nodded. "Be gentle."

In our relationship, Damian was the perfect partner, the ideal fiancé. Even in our most intimate moments, he was always considerate of me.

After his amnesia, it was his grandmother, Matilda Campbell, who had personally chosen me for him. Before our engagement, she had summoned me for a private meeting. "This isn't just about the alliance between the Campbell and Ashford families," she'd told me bluntly. "Colette, when a beautiful, gentle, and understanding woman like you is by a man's side, no man can resist falling for you."

Her intention was clear: she wanted me to replace Seraphina in Damian's heart before his memory returned.

And on the surface, it seemed to be working. Damian was clearly attracted to me. A few months after our engagement, we fell into the easy rhythm of a couple living together. He desired me, physically.

But desire for a pretty face, for a warm body, is the most superficial connection of all.

What the old matriarch didn't know was that before Damian was the heir, during the darkest period of his life, Seraphina had been his rock.

And me?

Back then, I was one of them. One of the rich kids who looked down on him, who had played a part in his humiliation.

The moment Damian remembers, replacing Seraphina will be a fantasy.

He'll want nothing more than to destroy me.