Chapter 111 God's Love

• Amanda sat in her tiny, cramped room, her hands trembling as she clutched an envelope filled with photographs. They were memories—pieces of the life she and Vicktor had shared before everything fell apart. Smiling pictures of them at the beach, in the kitchen, curled up together on the couch. She had stared at them for hours, willing herself to believe they were real, that their love had once been more than a distant dream.
• Tonight, she had decided. She would confront Vicktor. She would show him the photos, tell him everything, and pray that something—anything—would spark his memory. Her heart was heavy with both hope and dread as she made her way to his office, where she knew he’d be.
• The mansion was eerily quiet, the weight of her decision pressing down on her with every step. When she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knocked softly.