She was not just saying the right thing to keep him going. She truly believed in him, and that made him start believing in himself. With a determined breath, he took another step. Anna’s face lit up, and she praised him for it. For the first time since waking up, Grant smiled — not out of politeness or obligation, but because for the first time he felt alive again. And he knew exactly who he had to thank for that.
Anna was not like the other people in his world. She did not treat him like a charity case, and she did not see him as a billionaire stuck in a hospital bed. She saw him as Grant, a person. That was why he felt himself drawn to her in a way he could not ignore. When she was in the room, the world seemed a little brighter.
Her voice pulled him out of the darkness that still lingered in his mind. And every time she touched him — adjusting his pillow or steadying him as he walked — a warmth spread through him that he could not explain. One evening, after an especially long therapy session, Anna suggested they take a walk in the hospital garden. With a small smile, she said some fresh air might do him good, and Grant agreed. He had not expected how different everything would feel outside the hospital walls.
The cool evening air, the rustle of the trees, the moonlight laying a soft glow over everything. For the first time, he felt like an ordinary man again. Not a patient, not a mystery with missing memories, just himself. And beside him walked Anna, holding his hand to steady him. At first, Grant assumed it was simply part of her job, but then he began to notice the details.
He saw how her fingers lingered at his wrist, how she looked at him when she thought he was not paying attention. He heard the slight catch in her breathing when he stepped a little too close. And all at once, he realized she felt it too — that pull between them, that unspoken connection. They stopped near a small stone bench, where moonlight cast long shadows across the garden path. Grant turned toward her, and his heart began to beat faster for an entirely different reason.
Anna opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Grant took her hand. Her lips parted in surprise, and her eyes searched his face. Lowering his voice, he told her that he did not remember anything about his life before the coma, but there was one thing he knew for sure. Anna swallowed and quietly asked what that was. He tightened his hold on her fingers and said he trusted her.
The words were simple, but to him they meant everything. And judging by the way Anna caught her breath, by the color rising in her cheeks in the moonlight, she understood exactly what he meant. She did not pull away. For now, that was more than enough. The night was restless. Grant shifted in his hospital bed. His body was still weak, but his thoughts raced until suddenly a memory broke through, like a dam giving way.
The road was dark, rain hammered the windshield, and the wipers could barely keep up. Grant gripped the steering wheel, his mind still clouded after the meeting he had just left. He had a strong sense that something was wrong, and then, out of nowhere, bright headlights appeared. A black SUV came straight into his lane at full speed. Grant jerked the wheel, the tires skidding on the wet pavement, and the brakes did nothing at all.
His heart pounded as he fought desperately to regain control of the car. A second before impact, he glanced toward the shoulder and saw the dark outline of a man simply standing there, watching. Then everything went black. Grant’s eyes flew open, his breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. His pulse raced, and cold sweat covered his skin as the memory hit with brutal clarity.
Now he knew the truth — this had not been an accident. Someone had arranged it. Anna knew something was wrong the moment she walked into his room the next morning. He had changed. His usual half-smile was gone, his body was tense, and his hands were clenched into fists. She carefully asked Grant what had happened. His sharp blue eyes met hers with a new and unsettling intensity.
He told her he remembered the crash, and Anna’s heart dropped. He gave a hard nod and said someone had deliberately sabotaged his brakes. Grant added that a man had stood on the side of the road and watched his car go down. A chill went through Anna. Everything she had suspected had just been confirmed. But the biggest questions were still unanswered: who had done it, and why?
Over the next several days, Anna and Grant started digging for information. They went through his records, company financial reports, and anything else that might point to someone who wanted him harmed. Eventually, they found a lead — a large wire transfer made just days before the crash. The money had gone to a man known for arranging criminal setups. And the sender was Michael Bennett, Grant’s half brother….
