I stood there, chest heaving, tears still stinging my eyes. The tension from earlier—the slap, Lina's sneer, Zayn's shock—was still thick in the air. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Every second I stayed silent felt like I was losing him all over again.
"I can't do this anymore," I whispered, voice trembling. "You need to know the truth. Everything."
His eyes were wide, hurt and confusion swirling in them. "Samirah… what are you saying?"
I took a deep breath. "I'm your wife. I've been your wife for three years."
His jaw dropped slightly, and his hands shook as he tried to process my words.
"You… what?"
"I'm serious," I said firmly. "You married me because you loved me—not Lina, not anyone else. We met, we fell in love, and you left your family to be with me. We built a life together. Three years. Do you remember any of it?"
He shook his head slowly. "I… I don't. I don't remember."
"That's because of the accident," I said, stepping closer, trying to steady my voice. "Your mind blocked it. You… you fought the world for us, and then the accident took it all. But it's still real, Zayn. Everything we lived through—it's real."
I wiped my tears and forced myself to keep going. "We met in the park. You were with your friends, and I—" I smiled despite the tears—"I accidentally bumped into you. You were arrogant, rude, and I hated you at first. But you kept showing up. You cared about me in ways no one else did. You protected me. Even when we fought, even when it seemed impossible, you never left. And one day… we realized we couldn't live without each other. You proposed under the rain… I said yes. And we were married."
His eyes softened slightly, though confusion still clouded them. I pressed on. "We moved out from your family mansion. We lived simply. Sometimes we had nothing. But we were happy. We laughed, we cried, we fought, we made up. Every night, we talked for hours. Every morning, we woke up next to each other. We built a life of love, Zayn. And I was yours. Always."
I paused to breathe, letting the words sink in. "Then… the accident. You forgot everything. Not just me. Not just us. The last three years of your life were erased. And suddenly… you didn't remember that we were married, that we loved each other, that I was your wife. And now… now everyone is trying to convince you of something else."
Tears streamed freely down my cheeks. "They told me not to say anything. They said if I told you, it could hurt you. That I had to let you forget me. But I can't. I won't. You need to know the truth. I'm your wife. I'm the woman you chose. I'm the one you love. And I'm still here. Right now. Even if your mind can't remember yet."
I looked at him, my chest trembling. "I've been patient, I've stayed close, I've protected you, and I've loved you silently while they lied to you. But no more. You deserve to know everything. The fights, the laughter, the nights we stayed up talking… the mornings we woke to each other. I was yours. You were mine. And I still am."
For a long moment, he said nothing. His hands shook, his eyes searched mine, trying to find some part of himself in the woman standing before him. The silence was heavy, thick, almost unbearable.
Finally, he whispered, voice barely audible: "All… that… Everything you said, is it real?"
I nodded, gripping his hands tightly. "Every single word. All of it. And it's still true, Zayn. I'm still yours. I've never stopped being yours."
He looked at me, his brows furrowed, chest rising and falling rapidly. I could see the war inside him—the confusion, the fragments of recognition, the flicker of memory struggling to rise.
"I… I don't understand," he said slowly.
"You don't have to understand yet," I said softly. "Just… believe me. Trust me. I'm telling you everything because I love you. And no matter what, I will stay by your side until you remember. Until you feel it again."
His lips parted slightly, i prayed for something I hadn't dared hope for: a glimmer of recognition, a flicker of the man who had once chosen me, who had once loved me with everything he had.
I thought telling him the truth would change everything. That finally, he would see me, remember, feel what we shared.
But I was wrong.
The moment I finished, his face changed. Not confusion… not shock… anger. Raw, sharp, and terrifying.
"No!" he shouted, slamming his hands on the desk. "What sort of illusion are you trying to create in my mind?"
I froze. My heart pounded violently.
"You… you're saying I married you?" he demanded, his voice rising. "I can't… I didn't… How could I get married to you?"
I tried to step closer, but he held up his hand like he was pushing me away.
"Listen to me, Samirah," he continued, his eyes flashing. "I'm Zayn Kareem. The son of the most wealthy and influential man in town. I can't… settle for less than what I deserve. You're… you're nothing like that. And yes, I may have forgotten parts of my life… but that does NOT mean I married you!"
I tried to speak, to tell him it was true, that everything I said was real… but he wasn't listening. His chest heaved, his jaw tight with fury.
"And what sort of drama are you trying to play here?" he shouted. "What illusion are you creating?"
Before I could answer, Lina stepped forward, her face calm, almost cruel in its certainty.
"Yes," she said, her voice soft but cutting. "He's right, Samirah. None of this is possible. You cannot marry him. He cannot marry you."
I stared at her, my stomach twisting.
"You…" I whispered.
She held my gaze, unflinching. "You're nothing but a gold digger. Trash. You're trying to trap him, to make him think he loves you, but it's not real. It will never be real. You don't belong in his life."
I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands trembled.
"No…" I whispered. "That's not true. You… you're lying!"
"Am I?" Lina said, stepping closer. "Look at him. He knows the truth, and he agrees. You need to leave. Now."
Zayn's glare was fixed on me, cold and unyielding. "Leave," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "I can't… I won't… I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's over."
My chest heaved, tears burning my eyes. Everything I had built in that moment, every word of truth, every heartfelt confession… crumbled instantly.
And yet, despite the pain, despite the lies, despite his rage… a small, stubborn part of me refused to give up.
Because even if he didn't remember… I knew the truth.
I knew he had chosen me once.
And I would fight to make him remember.