"Why didn't you come back to me, Ana? Why did you stay here? Why did you change your face and your name? Do you know how worried I was worried about you? Why didn't you reach out to me?" He questioned, hurt evident in his tone.
"That's because I don't remember you!"
Xavier stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Anastasia heaved a sigh, wiped her tears, and parted her lips to speak. "I lost my memory when I woke up. I have a few of them back now, but I don't remember you—how we met or got married….I can't remember anything about that!"
"Was that the only reason you didn't return to me?" Xavier questioned, staring down at her.
"Let me go!" Anastasia demanded, yanking her wrist free from his grasp. When she succeeded, she instinctively took a few steps back. "You wouldn't want me so I didn't bother coming back." When she made this sentence, she wasn't making eye contact with him, so Xavier had to lift her chin to look into her teary blue eyes.
