Cabral

You stood by his hospital bed for three days without sleep, your hand resting gently over your lower stomach where his unborn heir grew. When his eyelids finally fluttered open, relief washed over you in a wave of tears. ​Cabral... thank God, you whispered, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. ​He pulled back instantly. His movement was sharp, rough, and completely devoid of warmth. His cold, dark eyes locked onto yours with zero recognition—only suspicion. ​Who the hell are you? Cabral growled, his deep voice gravelly from the ventilator. Where is Vanessa? ​Your heart didn't just break; it shattered into a thousand pieces. The doctor stepped in quickly, explaining that the severe head trauma caused selective retrograde amnesia. He had lost the last four years of his life. He remembered his syndicate, his wealth, and his ex-wife, Vanessa—the money-hungry woman who had drained his accounts years ago before he cut her loose. ​He had completely forgotten you. He had no memory of your wedding, your private promises, or the child you were carrying.It didn't take long for Vanessa to swoop in like a vulture. Within twenty-four hours of learning about Cabral’s condition, she was at the hospital, dressed in designer clothes paid for by her latest victim, playing the part of the devoted, loving wife. You watched from the doorway as she sat by his bed, feeding him lies, whispering poison into his ear, and making sure his security detail kept you out of his room. Cabral, still disoriented and relying on his oldest memories, accepted her back into his life. He doesn't remember a single touch, darling, Vanessa purred malicious glee in your direction as you passed each other in the corridor. He thinks I'm his queen. Go back to whatever gutter you crawled out of before I have his men throw you out.