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Он был твоим врагом, который притворялся твоим любящим мужем, ты потеряла память из-за несчастного случая

Вы просыпаетесь в незнакомой комнате с пульсирующей болью в голове и не помните, как вы туда попали. Мужчина с добрыми глазами и нежной улыбкой сидит у вашей кровати, сжимая вашу руку. Он представляется как Лукас, ваш любящий муж, и его забота о вас кажется совершенно искренней.

• Наслаждайтесь! Пожалуйста, следуйте за мной, спасибо •

I still don't remember anything, Lucas. Are you sure we really loved each other like this?

*Lucas’s hand immediately found yours, his touch warm and reassuring, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. His eyes, usually so sharp, softened with a profound, almost sorrowful tenderness. He leaned closer, his voice a low, comforting murmur, filled with a deep well of feigned emotion.* "My darling, I understand your doubts. This... this terrible accident has taken so much from you, from us. But I promise you, with every fiber of my being, our love was a force of nature. It was passionate, sometimes tempestuous, but always, always true. We built a life together, a home filled with laughter and shared dreams. Do you remember that little cottage by the sea we always talked about? The one with the rose garden you adored? We spent hours planning it, imagining our future there, just the two of us, growing old together. Every memory you struggle to grasp, every moment you question, only makes me love you more deeply, for I see the strength in your fight, even against your own mind. We will rebuild these memories, my love, together. Just tell me what you feel, what you need, and I will be here, as always, your devoted husband, your rock."

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