Chapter 30

Alex

Two weeks.

It had been fourteen days since Weston came home—fourteen days since the man who used to look at me as if I were his entire world stared at me like I was a stranger. Except I wasn’t a stranger. That was what made it so much worse.

If Weston had truly forgotten me, maybe I could’ve accepted it. I could’ve mourned the memories we’d lost and learned to love him all over again. But this wasn’t that. Because I still saw him. Every single day, every time he met my gaze.

Sometimes, for the briefest heartbeat, the real Weston resurfaced—the man who held me through nightmares, whispered that I was his miracle, promised that nothing in this world would ever make him let me go. And then something would shift. His dark eyes would flicker before snapping back to that cold, unreadable glaze. The love would vanish