“Good morning,” I greeted from the kitchen entrance. Wyatt ran to hug his father, telling him all about the great time he’d had with Leo at our place.

“Morning, Thea.” I chuckled softly. He was multitasking: acknowledging me, listening to his son, and attempting to continue working, all at once. “Is it too early?” I asked. “I can take him back if you need to finish your work without distractions.”

“No, it’s fine, thanks,” he answered. “I’m almost done, and it’s Sunday; we have our Sunday routine.”

I nodded with a smile. I was about to say goodbye when the house next door caught my attention. Jaxon’s kitchen faced that house’s backyard.

“Jaxon?” I called, and he looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Whose house is that? I don’t understand why I feel so drawn to it.”

He turned to look in the direction I was pointing, then back to me. “Oh, that’s your house, Thea.”

I stood frozen. My house? How was that possible? But then again, hadn’t Sebastian told me we were separated for a while? If that were the case, maybe this was where I lived.

“Is everything okay?” he asked with concern. I shifted my gaze to his face. “I want to see it; who has the key?”

He studied me for a moment, as if trying to piece something together. My eyes darted between him and the house. I didn’t know why it had such a hold on me, or why the need to go inside was so strong.

“I have a spare key. You gave it to me before the accident.” He got up and retrieved a key from a drawer. “Thanks,” I whispered as he placed it in my palm.

After leaving, I made my way there in a daze and unlocked the door. The house was a bit dusty but tolerable. I closed the door behind me and started walking around. As I moved through the house, nothing triggered my memory, but for some reason, my mind knew exactly where it wanted to take me.

I found myself in what I guessed was my bedroom. It was large, spacious, and decorated in a style I liked. I immediately started rummaging through things, trying to understand who I was before the accident. The closet still had clothes and shoes—all fashionable and fitting my style. Next, I went through everything in the drawers, which further confirmed that this was indeed where I lived, and from the looks of it, I had been living here for several months.

I was about to give up, having found nothing particularly informative, when I came to the last drawer. Opening it, I discovered a folder. I quickly picked it up and opened it.

The word “Divorce” jumped out at me.

What the fuck?

My heart pounded as I tried to make sense of what this meant. I frantically flipped through the document, eventually confirming that it indicated Sebastian and I were divorced. Not separated, like he’d told me. He had lied to me.

I swayed, starting to feel dizzy. The word ‘divorce’ kept echoing in my head. As a memory took hold, the folder slipped from my hands. It was the day I went to deliver the final divorce papers.

The memory didn’t stop there; it was as if that word had created a crack in the wall blocking my memories. The crack grew larger. Years of memories flooded into my brain, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Finally, the wall collapsed, leaving nothing but rubble, and I… I lost consciousness, falling into darkness.