Typhoon Delivery Opened The Door To My Missing Rich Husband

Synopsis

I was out delivering takeout in the middle of a typhoon, holding an outrageously expensive broth as I knocked on the door of a luxury mansion. The door opened, and standing there was my husband, James Harrington, the man who had been missing for three years. A woman in a silk slip pressed herself against him from behind. "James, why is the takeout so slow? What if I get hungry and it affects the baby?" James's voice was dripping with tenderness. "Don't worry, sweetheart. If our baby gets hungry, I'll buy the entire delivery company to apologize." Right in front of me, they exchanged a lingering, passionate kiss. My heart instantly turned to ice. James must have forgotten everything. Three years ago, after his amnesia and when the Harrington family claimed him, I was carrying twins. Now, all that was left was my daughter, Lily Grant, born with a heart defect, waiting for me to come home.