Day by day, Adrian and I grew closer, more like a genuine married couple. My missing memories seemed less important.

What mattered was my current happiness.


Yet the happier I became, the more anxious I grew. What if everything shattered when my memories returned?

We humans are walking contradictions.

And right on cue, a complication appeared.


We were shopping for Milo's birthday gift. Adrian went to park while I waited on the sidewalk.

Suddenly, a young man called out: "Leah!"


He looked like a college kid—tall, energetic, with a friendly smile.

After living with Adrian's movie-star looks, other men barely registered.

The problem was: I had no idea who he was, but he clearly knew me.

"Leah, where've you been? I've called you like a dozen times, but you're always on another call. What's keeping you so busy?"

I stared at him blankly, completely clueless about how to respond.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten me?"

He looked genuinely hurt.

I nodded apologetically.

He shrugged it off with the resilience of youth.

"No biggie! Remember when you hired me to act as your secret admirer to make your husband jealous?"

WHAT?!

No!

I definitely don't remember that!

What kind of ridiculous scheme was that?

So that text message must have been from him too.

Which meant I hadn't cheated—this was all just an elaborate ruse?

Before I could process this revelation, he hooked his arm through mine and rested his head on my shoulder.

Kid, what are you doing?!

"That's your husband over there, right? Don't worry, I'll give him a show he won't forget."

No, no, please don't!

Before I could stop him, he launched into full drama mode.

…

"Please don't leave me! You're the only one for me! You promised we'd be together after your divorce. I'll wait forever if I have to!"

I spotted Adrian watching us, hands in pockets, his face unnervingly calm.

The calm before the storm?

I tried to shut the kid down.

But he was on a roll now, dramatically throwing himself at my feet and hugging my legs.

He pressed his face against my knees and wailed: "Remember when you told me your husband couldn't satisfy you in bed?"

Adrian's face transformed from calm to thunderous in a heartbeat.

Congratulations, kid. You just signed your death warrant.

I frantically shook his shoulders: "Stop it! Get up! You're going too far!"

But he was lost in his performance, clinging to my legs like a barnacle.

I seriously considered kicking him into next week.

Adrian approached with measured steps.

"Adrian, wait! This isn't what it looks like! I don't even know this guy—he's clearly deranged!"

"Film Academy, Class of 2019, Performance Group 3, Charles Wright's student, correct?"

The kid's tears vanished instantly.

Me: …

"How did you…?"

"Charles is an old friend. I think he'd be interested to hear about his student's extracurricular activities."

The young man scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply.

"Sir, I'm so sorry! I'll be going now. Please don't call my professor!"

He vanished so fast he left a dust cloud—Olympic sprinters would be jealous.

Wait—if Adrian recognized him, did that mean he knew about my scheme all along?

"So you knew this whole time that I never actually cheated?"

"Of course. Did you think I'm that gullible?"

"But let's focus on something more interesting—this 'satisfying sex life' you're apparently lacking."

…

"He was making that up."

"Am I not enough for you?"

"That's not it at all!"

"Is Mrs. Young feeling… unsatisfied?"

"It's complete nonsense!"

Adrian's laugh sent shivers down my spine.

"Well, no time like the present. Since we're both free, why don't I thoroughly address this… frustration of yours?"

"Honey, please—I'm sorry!"