—a drug meant to sharpen memories, they said.

But too much of it erases everything.

Interrogated by strangers, abandoned in confusion, Scarlett’s mind was stolen by those who feared Viktor’s return to power.

When she woke from that week-long haze, she was greeted not by her husband, but by betrayal etched across headlines and whispered in the corners of the palace.

“You betrayed me,” she had whispered, her voice hollow.

But no memory surfaced to prove him wrong.

With nothing left but silence between them, Scarlett made her choice.

“Goodbye, my love.”

It should have ended there.

And yet…

Viktor kept coming back.

“Why do you keep coming?” she asked, her voice trembling like a broken watch.

“If you don’t want me to come,” he replied, “then come back.”

He who once wore indifference like armor now stood before her, eyes unreadable, voice steady.

“I’m going to get you back.”

And so, their story begins—not with love, but with memory lost, trust broken, and time running out.