When Isabella opens her eyes after a month-long coma, nothing feels like hers anymore, not the unfamiliar house, not the man who looks at her like he’s been holding his breath for weeks, and definitely not the two children who run into her arms, calling her mama.
Because in Isabella’s mind, none of this exists.
Her memories are stuck in the past, back when she was still with her boyfriend, Joseph, back when her life was simple, predictable, and hers to understand. The man claiming to be her husband, Alman, is nothing more than a stranger with a ring she doesn’t remember accepting. The twins, Orion and Lyra, feel like a story she was never told.
So she leaves.
She returns to the life she remembers, to the people she trusts… or thinks she does.
But something isn’t right.
Joseph’s affection feels rehearsed, distant in ways she can’t quite explain. Her best friend, Olivia, lingers a little too close to him. Her family avoids certain questions, their answers carefully chosen, their smiles just a second too slow.
And then the memories begin to slip back. A small, disjointed fragment that doesn’t match the life she’s clinging to.
A touch that feels familiar. A voice she almost recognizes. A love she doesn’t remember choosing… but might have once needed.
As the truth edges closer, Isabella is forced to confront a terrifying possibility:
What if the life she’s fighting to return to was never real anymore?
And what if the only people she pushed away, the cold, unreadable CEO who calls her his wife, and the two children who refuse to stop loving her, are the only ones who never lied?