Sight Restored, Love Found

Synopsis

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed midnight as I slipped into Alexander's study, my silk robe whispering against my skin. The house was silent—Alexander was at another late 'business dinner' with Isabella. These dinners had become more frequent over the past three years, each absence another small cut to my heart. I told myself I was just organizing his medical files—the neurologist had requested complete records for his next appointment. Three years of supposed memory loss, three years of 'It's coming back slowly, Charlotte, be patient.' Three years of watching him fall deeper under Isabella's spell while I clung to the hope that one day, he would remember our love. My fingers trembled as I sorted through the meticulous files I'd kept of his condition. I'd documented everything—every supposed memory flash, every consultation, every therapy session. The perfect, devoted fiancée, waiting patiently for her beloved to return to her. When my hand brushed against something hard behind the row of folders, curiosity