The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 522

Chapter 257-1

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ake a breath, Zara,” Dr. Innis says gently, her voice low and steady. “Take a slow breath. Tell me when you’re ready.”

It takes me three full minutes to catch my breath, my chest hitching as I force air back into my

lungs. I use a handful of tissues from the dispenser on the wall to wipe my nose and eyes, spring

down at my lap while the truth spills out in raw, broken fragments.

“He woke up three days ago,” I choke out. “His physical injuries are healing, but… the head trauma

was severe. He has retrograde amnesia, Dr. Innis. He remembers his name, his brothers/the club…

but the last year is completely erased.”

I swallow hard, the lump in my throat like swallowed glass.

“He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t remember us.”

Dr. Innis lets out a soft, sharp breath, her blue eyes widening in profound shock.

“I went to his hospital room a few days ago,” I continue, pressing a tissue against my trembling lips. “I tried to reach for him, and he pulled away. He was looking at me like I was a stranger he felt obligated to pity. I couldn’t watch him force himself to care. I packed my bags that very afternoon.”

Dr. Innis stays completely quiet for a moment, her eyes heavy with a deep, compassionate sorrow that validates every ounce of my agony.

She doesn’t offer toxic optimism. She doesn’t tell me his memory will magically return, or that everything happens for a reason.

She just sits on that rolling stool, holding my shaking hand, giving me space to grieve the living ghost of the man I love.

“You’re carrying a profound, unimaginable loss, Zara,” Dr. Innis says softly. “Grieving someone who is physically right there but emotionally unreachable is a special kind of hell. You have every right to bleed. But right now, your only job is to protect yourself and this tiny life growing inside you.”

I nod slowly, taking a long, shuddering breath. Letting the truth out doesn’t fix the nightmare, but it leaves me feeling hollowed out, quiet, and grounded enough to move forward.

“Are you ready to see how our little miracle is doing today?” Dr. Innis asks. “Maybe that will help a

bit?”

“Yes, it might,” I say. “Yes, please.”

Dr. Innis dims the overhead lights, leaving the room illuminated by the soft, blue glow of the

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