Luca was my child with Owen. I was seven months pregnant when the accident happened.
Back then, the doctor told me that if I chose to give birth to him, I might never wake up again. I didn’t hesitate. I chose to give
birth to Luca.
Time proved me right. He grew up well.
But when I woke up from my coma, he was calling Vivian “Mom“.
I always thought that it was because everyone was trying to spare him the pain, so they told him that Vivian was his mother. Only
later did I realize that Luca knew that I was his biological mother all along.
He didn’t acknowledge me. It wasn’t because he didn’t know, but it was because he didn’t want to.
During the three years that I was in a coma, Vivian didn’t just give me memory–damaging drugs. She also harmed my body.
The emotional shock of Owen’s words, along with being drenched in icy water, gave me a fever by evening.
I had just taken medicine, and my fever was subsiding when my bedroom door was suddenly kicked open.
Owen stormed in, his face full of rage. He dragged me off the bed. He shouted, “Shannon, what memory game are you playing this
time? Do you know how much trouble you caused when you jumped into the water like that?”
I had recently tried to stir his memories of us by recreating moments from our past. It seemed like he assumed that I had fallen
into the water on purpose again, just for his sake.
I refuted, “I didn’t do it on purpose. Today, it was because—”
“How dare you deny it! Vivian went through so much to wake you up, yet you have no regard for your body. Because of you, her depression relapsed, and now she doesn’t even want to get married anymore. You’re such a disaster!”
Owen’s expression was fierce as he yanked me toward Vivian’s room. “You’re going to apologize to Vivian right now.”
At this moment, Vivian was lying in bed with her eyes closed.
Luca sat beside her, looking worried. He patted her shoulder with his tiny hands to comfort her. “Mom, don’t be
