Chapter 577

Layla’s POV

I wandered into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water as I tried to quiet my thoughts. 

The sound of their laughter still echoed from the garden, a reminder of the life I had now. A life that, despite its uncertainties, was filled with love and happiness.

As I sipped my water, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. 

Would little Jason grow up knowing the truth about his father? Would I ever regain the memories that might change everything? Or would we continue like this, building a life together, one day at a time?

I didn’t have the answers, and maybe I didn’t need them. Maybe all that mattered was the present, the moments we shared, and the love that bound us together. 

As I placed my glass down, I made a silent promise to myself: to cherish what I had, to hold onto the happiness we had found, and to trust that everything would fall into place in its own time.