He intended to share what Mark had told him with Rena but his thoughts suddenly blurred, leaving him confused...

Rena's heart sank as she observed his bewildered expression.

She understood that his memory was in disarray...

She didn't want him to dwell on it.

Taking his hand, she placed it on her belly and whispered, “Cecilia will stay with Alexis tonight. Waylen, let's take a stroll in the yard, shall we?"

Waylen had confined himself to the house for many days.

She knew that his reluctance to venture out stemmed from his fear of forgetting the way home.

Rena was caught in a web of contradictions and anguish.

It was she who bound his freedom. If it weren't for her, Waylen wouldn't have to struggle so hard...

In the courtyard, they clutched each other's hands tightly, savoring the fading warmth.

She looked up at her husband in the moonlight.

He remained handsome but his eyes occasionally betrayed a peculiar glint.

Initially, he became elusive but, later, Rena found a note in his pocket, a few words meant to remind him.

“| retreat to the basement until thoughts of Rena surface.”

Upon discovering the note, Rena wept for an extended period.

She realized that she should no longer keep him by her side.

Happiness had eluded him within her embrace...

Waylen, who had forgotten Rena, was still Waylen.

Throughout the night, Rena drifted to sleep with tearful eyes.

As the morning sun dawned, she woke to find a white rose beside her pillow, adorned with glistening dew, just as it had always been. A tinge of sweetness filled her heart, and she softly called out to him, "Waylen..."

The bedroom remained silent.

A foreboding feeling crept over Rena. Without even donning her shoes, she rushed downstairs.