Memory Confusion?
Memory Confusion?
(Paige’s POV)
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The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of motilfor. I sat beside Amber’s bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her face was peaceful despite the bandages wrapped around her head.
The door suddenly burst open, and I looked up to see Melissa James being wheeled in by Ethan. My blood Instantly boiled.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, keeping my voice low to avoid disturbing Amber.
Melissa looked pathetic with her bandaged forehead and wide, innocent eyes. “I just wanted to check on Amber,” she whispered. “I feel terrible about what happened.”
“Get out,” I said through clenched teeth. “Now.‘
Ethan stepped forward, his face hard. “Melissa has every right to be here. She’s concerned.”
I stood up, positioning myself between them and Amber’s bed. “Concerned? That’s rich coming from the woman who probably pushed my best friend down those stairs.”
Melissa’s eyes widened. “That’s not true! Amber was the one who pushed me!”
“Excuse me?” I could barely contain my rage.
“She got angry during our conversation,” Melissa continued, her voice trembling. “Just like at Victoria’s birthday party when she pushed me and Victoria into the water.”
The audacity of this woman was unbelievable. “Are you seriously trying to rewrite history? After everything Amber did for you in high school?”
Melissa flinched, and I knew I’d hit a nerve.
“Remember when those girls from the River Pack were bullying you? Who stood up for you? Who offered you protection and friendship?” I leaned closer to her. “Amber did. And how did you repay her? By sleeping with her fiancé and stealing her future.”
“That’s enough,” Ethan growled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I turned my fury on him. “And you’re no better. You’re a scumbag who couldn’t keep it in his pants.”
Ethan’s face reddened with anger. “Watch your mouth. Your precious Ryan Quinn is no saint either. How many women has he slept with while engaged to you? At least I only fell in love with one”
“Talking about me behind my back, Blackwood?”
Ryan Quinn stood in the doorway, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. He stepped into the room, his posture challenging.
“Care to repeat those accusations to my face?” Ryan asked, his voice dangerously calm.
Ethan straightened. “Gladly. You’re a hypocrite, Quinn. Everyone knows you’ve been sleeping around Silvercrest while wearing Paige’s engagement ring.”
The tension in the room was suffocating. Ryan took a step forward, and I thought he might actually attack Ethan.
“That’s enough.”
The deep, commanding voice cut through the room like a knife. Dominic Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing presence immediately silencing everyone.
His piercing blue eyes swept over the room before settling on his nephew. “Ethan, take Melissa and leave. Now. Amber needs rest, not an audience.”
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No one dared argue with him. Ethan’s jaw clenched, but he turned to wheel Melissa out.
Just then, a soft murmur came from the bed. “Dominic…”
We all froze. Amber’s eyes were open, and she was looking directly at Dominic.
“Dominic,” she repeated, her voice stronger. “Hold me, please.”
I stared at her in shock. What was happening? Had the fall damaged her brain?
“What the hell?” Ethan muttered.
He looked at Amber as if she’d grown a second head. “Stop it, Amber. This act isn’t funny.”
Melissa peered around from her wheelchair. “She must be confused… she thinks he’s you, Ethan.”
Ryan, meanwhile, looked delighted by this unexpected drama. “Go on, Dominic. The lady asked for you.”
Dominic approached the bed cautiously, his expression unreadable. “How are you feeling, Amber?”
Instead of answering, Amber reached for his hand. “Help me sit up”
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He gently supported her as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest.
“My mate,” she whispered, loud enough for all of us to hear.
The room went completely silent. I felt my jaw drop.
“What the hell is going on?” I finally managed, stepping toward the bed. “Amber-”
“She’s faking it!” Ethan interrupted, his face contorted with rage. This is just another one of her games to get back at me!”
Amber shrank back against Dominic, her eyes wide with what looked like genuine fear. “Who is that?” she asked, clinging tighter to Dominic. “Why is he yelling at me?”
Dominic silenced Ethan with a single look before turning his attention back to Amber. His eyes were probing, assessing.
“Amber,” he said carefully. “Do you know who I am?”
She nodded. “You’re Dominic Blackwood. You’re thirty–two years old. We’re engaged to be married soon.”
I felt my heart skip a beat. Engaged? What was she talking about?
“And him?” Dominic asked, nodding toward Ethan. “Do you know who he is?”
Amber looked at Ethan, her brow furrowing in confusion. “No. Should I?”
Ryan let out a low whistle. “I think she has amnesia.”
I seized on this explanation, suddenly understanding what Amber might be doing. “Amber,” I said cautiously, “that’s Ethan Blackwood. You were engaged to him until recently.”
She looked genuinely bewildered. “No, that’s not right. I’m engaged to Dominic. I would never be with… him.” She glanced at Ethan with obvious distaste.
“This is ridiculous!” Ethan exploded. “Stop acting, Amber! Everyone knows you’re doing this to humiliate me!”
Dominic’s hand came to rest protectively on Amber’s head. “I think we should call her doctor,” he said calmly. “She needs to be examined.”
(Ethan’s POV)
I paced outside the hospital room, my blood boiling. This was just ke Amber–always finding new ways to make me look bad.
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“Dr. Gray,” I called, spotting the hospital’s neurologist. “I need to talk to you.”
Marcus Gray was a trusted doctor who had treated the Blackwood Pack for years. He approached with a concerned expression.
“What’s happening, Ethan?”
I explained the situation, emphasizing how ridiculous Amber’s sudden “amnesia” seemed. “She’s clearly faking it to get back at me. There’s no way she could forget our entire relationship but remember everything about my uncle.”
Dr. Gray frowned. “Memory loss can be selective, especially with traumatic brain injuries. Let me examine her.”
We waited outside while he conducted his examination. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Amber had clung to my uncle, calling him “mate.” The word made my skin crawl.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Gray emerged from the room. “We’ve completed a thorough examination, including a CT scan.”
“And?” I demanded.
“Ms. Chase’s vital signs are normal. The memory loss appears to be related to her fall down the stairs.”
I scoffed. “So she conveniently forgets me but remembers my uncle perfectly? That’s obviously fake.”
Dr. Gray adjusted his glasses. “Memory loss can manifest in strange ways. The brain is complex, and trauma can affect it unpredictably. Her memory loss seems to be selective but consistent with her injury pattern.”
“Will she recover?” I asked, not sure if I wanted her to.
“It’s hard to say. The memory loss may be temporary, but it shouldn’t affect her daily functioning. She remembers who she is and most of her life details.”
“Except me,” I pointed out bitterly.
Dr. Gray nodded. “Yes, there appears to be a specific gap around you and your relationship. It’s not uncommon for amnesia to target emotionally charged memories.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So you’re saying she’s not faking?”
“I can’t definitively rule that out, but her neurological responses appear genuine.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “I understand this is difficult, but I recommend giving her space to recover.”
As Dr. Gray walked away, I leaned against the wall, trying to process everything. Through the partially open door, I could see Amber still holding onto my uncle’s hand, looking up at him with complete trust.
The sight made me sick. There was no way I would let this happen, Amber Chase would not become my uncle’s wife–not if I had anything to say about it.
I Will Marry Her
