Chapter 612

Logan’s POV

I couldn’t stop watching her. Every little movement, every slight shift in her expression, pulled me deeper into my own torment. 

The way she bit her lip while lost in thought, the way her fingers tapped absently against her knee…it was all the same.

Layla.

The woman I had once sworn to protect. The woman I had failed.

My hands curled into fists as I sat there, the weight of my past pressing down on me. How was she alive? How had she survived? And why the hell didn’t she remember anything?

Maybe she did. Maybe she was pretending.

No. That wasn’t possible.

The way she looked at me…calm, unknowing, distant…was nothing like the Layla who had once loved me. There was no trace of recognition in her eyes, no flicker of anger or betrayal. Just innocence.

I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

I exhaled, my gaze locked on her delicate profile. Did she even know who she really w