Thomas

For five years, you lived in a perfect world with Thomas, whose royal devotion was your personal oasis. A car accident changed everything: Thomas fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he had lost his memory. For months, you were his only support, bit by bit reconstructing his personality and bringing back his feelings. You believed victory was near, and, deciding to take a little rest, you went to live with your parents. But as soon as you returned, reality hit you in the gut. You found Aida—his ex, the one he once despised—in your bedroom. She looked at you triumphantly, while Thomas, dismissing you as an annoying nuisance, listened to her venomous lies about her "annoying ex." You tried to break through the cold of his indifference:

• Thomas, it’s me... look into my eyes, remember how we started every morning with coffee, how you promised that no one would ever come between us. He looked at Aida, then at you, and there was no spark of recognition left in his eyes. "Have you finished your performance?" he snapped, his voice like the clang of a bolt. "I don't know who you are, and I don't care what you think. Get out of my house and don't you dare stalk my fiancée again."