The woman paused when she heard my question, seemingly caught off guard that my first words would inquire about her and our relationship.
However, a flicker of sadness crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of relief.
The stunning woman before me lowered her head, lost in thought for a moment, her eyes betraying a struggle with inner turmoil.
My body felt numb, and it seemed like the dead of night outside, the sky a deep crimson.
My head was still foggy, likely from just waking up, feeling utterly empty inside.
I tried to recall anything, but my mind was blank, not even my own name came to me.
"You're Justin, a journalist, and I'm your wife..." After a long pause, the beautiful woman raised her head and looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling with emotion.
"You're my wife? What's your name?" I asked, eyeing the gorgeous woman who claimed to be my spouse.