My Husband’s Amnesia Brought His First Love Back

The doorbell rang at precisely 8 AM. I wasn't expecting anyone, and the household staff had been given strict instructions not to admit visitors without approval—instructions that Adalyn had been systematically undermining for weeks.

I opened the door to find Emberlynn Ford standing there, her expression a mixture of fury and determination. Sebastian's sister had always been my ally in this cold family, but since the accident, she'd been kept at a distance by Sebastian's demands.

"Emberlynn," I breathed, relief washing over me. "You shouldn't be here."

"Shouldn't I?" she countered, pushing past me into the foyer. "When my brother has lost his mind and his humanity?"

The sound of her voice carried through the penthouse. Within moments, Sebastian appeared at the top of the stairs, Adalyn clinging to his arm.

"Emberlynn," he said, his voice cold. "This is unexpected."

"Clearly," she replied, dropping her designer handbag on the marble floor with a thud. "I've been trying to reach you for days."

Sebastian descended the stairs slowly, his eyes narrowed. "We had nothing to discuss."

"Didn't we?" Emberlynn's gaze shifted to Adalyn, who had the decency to look uncomfortable. "I heard you've been mistreating Lydia."

"Mind your own business," Sebastian snapped.

"Lydia is my family," Emberlynn shot back. "And you're acting like a monster."

Adalyn stepped forward, her hand resting protectively on Sebastian's arm. "We're just trying to sort through a difficult situation. Surely you understand."

"Do I?" Emberlynn's laugh was brittle. "Let me remind you of another 'difficult situation,' Adalyn. Like when the Ford stocks crashed and you disappeared faster than a rat from a sinking ship."

Adalyn's face paled. "That's not—"

"Or when Grandfather offered you money to leave Sebastian," Emberlynn continued, her voice rising. "Which you took, by the way."

"I was forced away!" Adalyn cried, tears suddenly streaming down her perfect face. "Your grandfather threatened me!"

"Stop lying," Emberlynn hissed. "You've always been a gold-digger, Adalyn. Always."

Sebastian stepped between them, his face contorted with rage. "Get out," he ordered, pointing at the door. "Now."

"Sebastian—" Emberlynn began.

"I said get out!" he roared, grabbing her arm. "You're no longer welcome in this house."

I watched in horror as he physically pushed his sister toward the door. "Sebastian, please," I pleaded. "She's your family."

"She's not family," he snarled. "She's just like you—trying to manipulate me with lies."

The door slammed behind Emberlynn with a finality that echoed through the silent penthouse.

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Three days later, Adalyn clutched her stomach dramatically in the middle of breakfast.

"Sebastian," she gasped, her face contorted in pain. "Something's wrong."

He was at her side instantly, panic replacing his usual coldness. "What is it? What's happening?"

"The baby," she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear from where I stood in the kitchen doorway. "I think something might be wrong with the baby."

My heart stopped. Baby? They were having a baby?

Sebastian's eyes met mine briefly before he scooped Adalyn into his arms. "We're going to the hospital," he announced. "Don't follow us."

Hours later, they returned with triumphant smiles that made my stomach sink.

"A false alarm," Adalyn announced, her hand resting on her flat stomach. "But the doctor says we need to be careful."

I nodded numbly, unable to process what I was hearing.

Later that evening, Sebastian found me in the library, a manila folder in his hands.

"Sign these," he said without preamble, placing the folder on the desk in front of me.

I opened it to find divorce papers, the terms so punitive they made my head spin.

"You want me to sign these tonight?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"Immediately," he replied. "My lawyers have drawn up a generous settlement."

Generous was hardly the word for it. The amount offered wouldn't even cover a year's rent in Manhattan.

"And if I refuse?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Sebastian's smile was cold. "Then I'll ensure the Westside Orphanage loses its funding. Permanently."

The threat hit me like a physical blow. The orphanage where I volunteered, where we'd found Trenton—it depended on Ford Industries' donations.

"You wouldn't," I whispered.

"Try me," he replied.

I stared at the papers, my hand trembling as I reached for the pen. But something stopped me—a realization that had been growing for days.

"I think I'm pregnant," I said quietly.

Sebastian's expression didn't change. "And?"

"And I won't sign these papers," I continued, my voice growing stronger. "Not until you acknowledge what we had—what we still have."

For the first time in weeks, I saw something flicker in his eyes—uncertainty, perhaps even a shadow of the man I'd married.

"You're lying," he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

"Am I?" I challenged, placing my hand protectively over my abdomen. "Are you willing to risk losing another child, Sebastian?"

The pen lay between us like a weapon, untouched and ready to end everything I'd fought to build.