Ivy fell silent.
I felt better after returning home last night.
Even though I couldnât remember anything, I couldnât shake off Caleb and the two kids from my mind.
I wanted so badly to be with the kids, to experience the family love I had lost during my memory loss.
Seeing my hesitation, Ivy seized the moment and said, âJust go, honey.
Theyâre your family.
No need to hold back.
If you suspect somethingâs up between Caleb and Alexandria, why not just talk to him? Youâre his wife.
Whatâs there to fear?â
I stayed quiet for a bit, thinking Ivy made sense.
Ivy added, âAfter all, Alexandria is just Calebâs secretary.
Itâs not like sheâs actually involved with Caleb.
If you donât intervene and something really happens, itâll hurt even more.
â
My fists clenched.
The idea of Alexandria stealing Caleb away made me uneasy.
Taking a deep breath, I agreed.
âOkay.
â
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With my decision made, I quickly packed my things and headed to the Thorn Edge Pack early the next morning.
Most guards recognized me, and those who didnât were briefed by others.
Getting in was easy.
As soon as I stepped into the villa, I saw Dylan, who was as kind and adorable as ever.
Dylanâs eyes sparkled at the sight of me.
A little girl, about five or six, stood beside him.
Although I didnât recognize her, I felt she was also my child.
True enough, the two kids cried out âMommyâ and rushed to me together.
I hugged them tightly, feeling their excitement and love, and I couldnât be happier.
This was the family bond that hadnât faded, even with my lost memories.
Caressing their cheeks, I felt an even stronger desire to stay.
The kids pleaded with me, holding my hands and saying in their sweet voices, âMommy, please stay with us, okay?â
Seeing the hopeful eyes of my two children, I took a deep breath and made up my mind to talk to Caleb about our relationship.
But to our shock, as soon as we opened the door, we found Caleb and another woman in bed.
They were both half-naked, and it was clear what had happened, especially from Calebâs panicked expression.
Even with my memory loss, the pain in my heart was sharp, as if cut by a knife.
Anger surged inside me.
Afraid of losing control, I grabbed the children and left the room without a second thought.
As I reached for the door, the children grabbed onto me, stopping me.
Concerned they might fall, I stopped.
âMommyâ¦â The two kids called out to me fearfully.