Three days later, Julian woke up in the hospital again. This time, his eyes weren't soft. They were sharp, cold, and calculating. His memory had returned.
Aria was sitting in the corner, her eyes red from crying. She stood up as he opened his eyes. "Julian?"
"Get out," Julian said, his voice like ice.
"Julian, please let me explain—"
"The contract is over, Aria. You got your money. My father's debt is clear. Leave the keys at the mansion and never show your face to me again."
Aria left, feeling like her soul had been ripped out. She moved back to her small old apartment, trying to forget the man who had become her world.
Two Months Later...
Aria was working at a small bookstore when a black limousine pulled up outside. Julian stepped out, looking tired but determined. He walked straight to her.
"The contract said 'No falling in love', Aria," Julian said, his voice trembling slightly.
"I know, Julian. I'm sorry," Aria whispered, looking down.
"Well," Julian reached out and lifted her chin, "I'm the one who broke the rule first. I remembered everything, Aria. I remembered the coldness, the deal, and the bitterness. But I also remembered how I felt when I had no memory. I realized that the only time I was truly happy... was when I thought you were mine because of love, not money."
He pulled out a new set of papers. It wasn't a contract; it was a marriage license without any conditions.
"I don't want a business partner anymore, Aria. I want a wife. This time, for real. No price tags, just us."
Aria looked into his eyes and saw the warmth she thought she had lost forever. She took the pen and signed—not for the money, but for the man who had finally learned that love can't be bought, but it can certainly be found in the most unexpected places.
[THE END]