Chapter 634



“What is it to you?” Jake retorted coldly.

Cara’s eyes welled up. “I’m your wife!”

Jake didn’t care who heard. “Cara, how long are you going to keep this up? I checked. We were never married. Yeah, I lost my memory, and I’m grateful for what you and Clayton have done, but I need you to be honest with me.”

Cara wouldn’t back down. “If we weren’t married, then how do we have a child? Jake, you’ve been different since that accident. You’ve forgotten how much you loved me. Remember that trip? I fell into the ocean, and you jumped in to save me. That’s when you lost your memory. All I want now is for you to reclaim the memories and be happy with me.”

Jake’s hands tightened into fists. His gut told him things weren’t as Cara said. But everyone kept telling him she was telling the truth. Despite everything, he felt nothing for Cara. He couldn’t quite fathom the idea that he and Cara were Elma’s parents.

Ever since Jake had woken up, he’d avoided touching Cara. He always felt there should be no connection between them.

Just then, the elevator dinged, breaking the tension.

Clayton was standing there, and he took one look at Cara’s and Jake’s faces and knew something was wrong. He figured out another fight had happened between them and let out a sigh.

Your next story begins at galnovels . com “Now’s not the time for an argument,” Clayton said. “You need to go see Elma.”

Jake dodged Cara’s reaching hand and hurried toward Elma’s room.

Elma’s face lit up when she saw Jake, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks. “Daddy!” she cried out. Her tiny hand reached out weakly, her face pale and fragile.

Jake carefully took Elma in his arms.

It was only with Elma that Jake’s true emotions surfaced. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he said, trying to soothe her. “Daddy’s here now.”

Elma held on tight to Jake’s neck, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. “Daddy, please don’t go. I miss you so much all the time.”

Cara and Clayton stood in the doorway, watching Jake and Elma.

Cara’s face twisted with anger and resentment. “This little brat,” Cara muttered under her breath. “She never cries like this at home. She’s just putting on an act for Jake.”

“That’s enough, Cara!” Clayton snapped. His voice was sharp, filled with disapproval. “Remember, you’re her mother now. Mothers aren’t supposed to talk about their daughters like that.”

Cara bit her lip, stubbornness flashing in her eyes. “I don’t want to be like this, but you saw it. Jake treats Elma way better than me. Both Jake and Elma don’t bond with me. How am I supposed to feel about that?”

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