Olivia’s POV

Oh no. I will be exposed. This healer—he looked serious, with sharp eyes that made me nervous immediately. I quickly wiped away my fake tears but maintained my scared act. The triplets looked tense, as if caught doing something wrong. Louis quickly stepped forward.

“She just woke up,” he told the healer. “She’s confused. Please check her.”

“She doesn’t know who we are,” Levi added, his voice worried and tired. “She keeps asking for Gabriel.”

Lennox muttered, “She’s lying,” but he sounded unsure.

I kept my face innocent and afraid, but deep down, my heart raced. What if the healer discovered my pretense? What if he told them?

“Nervous now, huh?” my wolf laughed inside my head. “You really got yourself into this.”

“Be quiet,” I told her.

The healer approached and looked me in the eye. “Olivia,” he said gently, “do you know where you are?”

I shook my head and let a tear fall. “No… These men say they’re my mates, but I don’t remember them. I want to go back to my husband.”

The healer raised an eyebrow. “What’s his name?”

“Gabriel,” I answered immediately. “He’s the Alpha of the Shadow Pack.”

Fuck! Of all names, why Gabriel? Maybe because it was the most realistic, and it would definitely suit my plan.

The healer observed me for a few seconds, then examined my head, touching my temples and looking into my eyes.

“Do you have a headache?” he asked.

“A little,” I whispered, “but I’m more scared than anything.”

Levi flinched as if that hurt him more than a punch.

The healer slowly stood and looked at the triplets.

“Well?” Lennox asked, barely containing his anger. “What’s wrong with her?”

The healer sighed. “From what I see—her fear, her confusion, and memory problems—it looks like she really doesn’t remember you.”

Boom.

Lennox punched the wall. Louis sat down heavily, unable to stand. Levi turned away, hands in his hair, breathing hard. They believed it. They actually believed I didn’t know them. The pain on their faces looked so real, so deep. For a second, I almost felt bad. Almost.

“Look at them,” my wolf whispered. “They’re scared. Scared of losing you. Scared that you forgot them.”

I swallowed hard, my fake tears still flowing, but something inside me twisted unexpectedly. Pity? They were scared. Scared of me forgetting them. Scared of being forgotten.

“You’re sure?” Louis choked out, eyes glassy. “She doesn’t remember us?”

The healer nodded. “Yes. Head trauma like this can lead to temporary, or in rare cases, permanent memory loss. It’s hard to say right now.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Levi rasped.

“Let her rest,” the healer replied. “Try not to overwhelm her. If what she says is true, pushing too hard could only worsen things.”

“No… this can’t be happening! If she can forget anybody, it can’t be us… we are her mates! Her husbands!” Lennox snapped.

The healer stared at me with an unreadable expression before turning to the triplets. “In some cases, patients don’t remember people they’ve experienced emotional distress with. It’s possible that, in her unconscious state, Olivia’s mind chose to suppress those memories. It’s not uncommon for the brain to protect itself by forgetting what it subconsciously considers traumatic or painful.”

He paused, then added, “In her case, it appears she doesn’t want to remember you three. It’s like her mind is rejecting everything connected to you.”

The healer’s explanation wowed me—what a great excuse!

“And Gabriel?” Louis asked sharply. “Why does she think Gabriel is her husband?”

The healer answered immediately. “Just like she wanted to forget you three, in her unconscious state she wished she was mated and married to Alpha Gabriel instead. That was why when she woke up, her memory reset, and she thinks he is her mate.”

Oh, this healer was good. I almost burst out laughing when he said—with a perfectly straight face—that I had forgotten the triplets because my unconscious mind didn’t want to remember them. Bravo, sir. Truly. Ten out of ten. Someone give this man an Oscar.

Was this man lying to the triplets, or did he really think this was the truth? And as if that wasn’t enough, he even threw in a bonus line about me wishing to be married to Gabriel so badly that my brain rewired itself—poof—welcome to delusion land, population: me.

I had to bite my cheek to stop myself from smirking. This man was better than I ever hoped for. The triplets stood there, stunned as if hit by a truck full of heartbreak and existential crisis. Lennox’s eyes snapped to mine, burning with pain. Levi looked physically ill, as if someone had just told him puppies weren’t real. Louis? Poor guy looked like he’d aged five years in five seconds.

I kept my scared-little-lamb expression firmly in place, even though inside, I was screaming with laughter. Then I made it worse. Much worse.

I whimpered and curled into myself, hugging my knees like I was hiding from a pack of monsters. “Please…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please take me home to Gabriel… I don’t feel safe here.”

Three. Instant. Reactions. Lennox flinched as if I’d stabbed him in the chest. Levi’s breath hitched—he actually made a choking sound. Louis blinked rapidly, as if trying not to cry.

I bit the inside of my lip hard to stop myself from bursting out laughing. It was almost too good. This wasn’t just acting anymore; this was art. I even added a little trembling to my hands for dramatic flair. “He’s probably worried sick about me…” I sniffled. “He must be looking for me.”

Lennox punched the wall again. At this rate, he was going to knock the whole damn house down.

“I can’t do this,” Levi growled, storming toward the door as if needing air—or maybe just a private place to scream into a pillow—but he didn’t leave.

Louis reached for my hand, but I jerked away as if he were a monster. He froze, then backed up slowly, his heart practically bleeding from his eyes. “She really doesn’t remember,” he whispered.

I blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Please, don’t touch me.”

Louis let out a sound like someone had just drop-kicked his soul.

The healer, calm as ever, nodded sagely like a wise old owl. “It’s best you give her space. For her healing.”

Healing? Oh, I was healing alright—healing their egos one fake tear at a time. But I still wasn’t done.

I sniffled again and looked at all of them with watery eyes. “I just want to go home… to my husband…”

Boom. There it was. Triple heartbreak. Served hot. They all turned to me again, as if I was the villain here. And technically—I was. But oh well.

I blinked innocently. “Will you… let me call him?”

Lennox groaned like he’d just taken a bullet. Levi muttered something that sounded like a curse and a prayer mashed together. Louis sat down again, looking like a ghost.

And me? I just buried my face in my hands again and whispered brokenly, “Please don’t hurt me… I just want to go home.”

God, I deserved an award.