Chapter 1

One year after a near-fatal car crash left me with amnesia, I got married again.

I was on my way to the hospital for a prenatal checkup when a little boy suddenly blocked my path.

He frowned, his tone ice-cold.

"Julian told me to bring you home. Haven't you thrown enough of a tantrum?"

I found it a bit funny. I knelt down and gently patted his head.

"Little boy, did you mistake me for someone else?"

He slapped my hand away, looking incredibly annoyed.

"Stop acting. If you stop this nonsense, I might let you tuck me in tonight."

Though I was baffled, I decided to take him home safely anyway, just to be sure.

We stopped in front of a massive, ultra-luxurious mansion.

Standing at the gate was a tall man with a sharp suit and a freezing expression.

When he saw me, his eyes flickered, but his voice was dripping with disdain.

"Vivian Miller. You finally decided to crawl back?"

He grabbed my wrist, trying to drag me through the gates.

I wrenched myself free with all my strength and instantly dialed my husband's number.

"Tristan! Help me! I think I've run into a family of psychopaths!"