Part 2Amnesia Was the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me

According to Harper, I ended up in the hospital because I was trying to protect Serena.

Well, more accurately: the moment the massive billboard collapsed on the commercial set, Tristan rushed to shield his childhood sweetheart, Serena. And I, like an idiot, rushed to shield my boyfriend, Tristan.

The result? The golden couple stared lovingly into each other's eyes, perfectly safe and unharmed.

Meanwhile, the collateral damage—me—got exactly what I asked for: a trip to the ER.

Serena stepped past Harper and stood by my bed, her voice soothing. "Stella, we've investigated the incident. We've confirmed the fault lies with the brand's production team, and Tristan has already dispatched our lawyers to hold them accountable."

She gently slid a settlement agreement onto my lap table. "Anyway, it's not a huge deal. Tristan and I both agree it’s best if you just sign this liability waiver for now. Once this blows over, we'll make sure you're compensated.

"Besides, to be completely honest... if you hadn't suddenly thrown yourself at him, things probably wouldn't have gotten this messy."

Tristan and I. She said it so naturally, instantly drawing a thick line in the sand between "them" and "me."

Looking at the two strangers in front of me, my heart gave an involuntary, painful squeeze. I frowned, finding my own physical reaction completely baffling.

Seeing my silence, Serena casually pushed the waiver closer, looking utterly confident that I would sign it on command.

"Tristan and I have to catch a flight for a business trip, so we won't disturb your rest."

Tristan stood off to the side, his handsome face completely unreadable. He offered a single, cold sentence: "Get some rest. Stop causing unnecessary drama."

And just like that, he turned and left with Serena.