The Billionaire Anmsaic Wife

"Do you take him as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked.

"Yes I do," Ravell replied softly with a smile as she stared lovingly at the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

"By the power vested in me, I declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" the priest declared.

Alaric gently held her face and inches forward as his lips were about to touch her, when a sudden bang on the door jolted them apart.

"Honey, let's go home. Your amnesia is acting up again."

​A deep voice rang through the cathedral, cutting right through the choir's soft hymn.

​Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day I finally stood at the altar, looking into Julian's eyes, ready to say I do to my very first love. My knuckles turned white against the stem of my bouquet as I spun around to face the intruder.

​My breath hitched in my throat.

​He stood at the end of the aisle, framed by the stained-glass sunlight. He was imposing, unbelievably tall, with broad shoulders, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes were ocean blue. Dammit, he was handsome. He looked less like a real person and more like a Greek god who had stepped straight out from a museum.

​Before my brain could process the sight of him, a tiny tug pulled at the lace train of my wedding dress.

​"Mummy..."

​A small, tear-choked voice rang out from beside my feet. I looked down, my heart dropped. A little boy no older than three or four clutched the delicate silk of my gown with his small, trembling fingers. He raised a pair of wide, shimmering eyes, the exact replica of the man standing at the altar steps.

​The grand hall erupted. Soft gasps turned into a roaring wave of whispers that bounced off the marble pillars.

​"Is that... is that Aeron Hayes?"

"The oldest son of the Hayes family? What is he doing here?"

"Wait, did that kid just call her mummy?"

​The hushed murmurs rippled through the guests like wildfire, but the little boy didn't seem to care. He squeezed my dress tighter, burying his face into the lace.

​"Daddy has been looking for you for a long time, Mummy," the boy whimpered, his small voice echoing in the sudden lull of the church. "Please don't run away again."

​A cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. My head throbbed, a sharp, ring buzzing in my ears.

​Married? A child?

No. That was impossible. I ran through my mind, grasping at every single memory. I remembered my childhood, my high school graduation, my college years, my sweet reunion with Julian, my memory was completely fine. Not a single day was missing. I had never seen this boy in my life, and I certainly had never slept with a man like Aeron Hayes.

​I pulled my train out of the child's small grip, taking two steps backward toward Julian.

​"Hey, mister," I said, pointing a finger at the breathtaking man walking slowly toward me. My voice wavered, but I forced a sharp, defensive edge into it. "If you're trying to pull some kind of scam or ruin my day, you'd better do it somewhere else! I don't know you, and I definitely don't have a son!"

​Aeron stopped just two feet away. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't look angry. Instead, those deep eyes locked onto mine with a look of quiet, agonizing tenderness that made my chest tighten involuntarily.

​He reached out, his long fingers gently catching a tear that had slipped down my cheek without me even realizing it. His touch was warm, sending an unwanted, electrifying shiver down my spine.

​"Ravelle," Aeron murmured softly, his thumbs lightly brushing my skin. "Look at our son's face and tell me you don't feel it. I know you're confused. I know the crash changed things for you. But we've waited long enough."

​"Don't touch her!" Julian roared, finally lunging forward to shove Aeron back.

​Aeron didn't even sway. He simply caught Julian's wrist in a grip, his gaze shifting from gentle sorrow to pure anger.

​"Step back, Julian," Aeron said calmly, releasing him with enough force to send Julian stumbling. "You're interfering with my wife."

​"Huh? Wife?" I blurted out, my voice cracking as I pressed my hands against my burning temples. "Me? When?! Where?! Are you completely out of your mind?!"

​I looked between the two men, my chest heaving beneath the tight lace of my corset. The entire cathedral felt like it was spinning. This had to be a nightmare. A ridiculous, twisted prank.

​"Julian, tell him!" I pleaded, grabbing Julian's arm. "Tell this lunatic he's made a mistake!"

​Julian adjusted his suit jacket, his knuckles white with rage, his face pale as he backed up toward the edge of the altar. "You've gone too far, Hayes! I don't care who your family is or how much money you have. You can't just barge into my wedding with some orphan and claim my bride!"

​Julian reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, his thumb wildly tapping at the screen. He brought it up to his ear, his eyes glaring daggers at Aeron.

​"Security!" Julian barked into the receiver, his voice echoing off the ceilings. "Get up here right now! Every single guard in the building! I have an intruder at the altar...."

​"Save your breath, Julian," Aeron interrupted. His voice was smooth, completely devoid of panic, as he calmly straightened the cuffs of his dark shirt.

​Julian froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. Silence greeted him from the speaker, nothing but dead silent.