Chapter 585

Olivia nodded approvingly. "Yep, I'm your wife." Dane Price let out a breath, visibly relieved. "Then… why can't I remember anything?" he asked, looking at Olivia with a kind of unexplained trust. He might not know who to believe, but the photo of her in his hand—he could feel his connection to the goofy close-up. It felt real. "That crying woman who claimed to be your first love, and the one yelling that she's your mom? Yeah, they had someone ram you with a car," Olivia said, eyes steady on him. "If your brain's not messed up too bad, you're coming home with me." Dane lowered his head and quietly nodded—obedient, even a little scared of her. Honestly, she'd smacked him once and he still felt it. Olivia gave a faint smile. The poor guy might be missing a few screws now, but at least he was cooperative. "So, between me and that woman from before... who do you believe?" Dane looked right at her. "Aren't you my wife?" "Yeah, I am." "Then I believe you," he said seriously, like it was the