I was a horrible husband, and a scumbag father. Having amnesia wasn’t an excuse. Even so, because of that, I lost my family instantly. In order to save Nero– my son and heir– I killed my daughter Neoma. And then I had to witness Mona, my neglected wife, die in front of me. Why did I have to regain all my memories at that exact moment? I wanted to die with Mona and Neoma. And, just when I thought I could finally be reunited with them, I opened my eyes and realized I turned back time. I returned at the exact moment Mona and I were in the middle of discussing divorce. Divorce? No way in hell would Nikolai divorce Mona this time!
THE SUITE with a nice view was filled with midnight blue roses and silver balloons.
Nero also spotted a perfect charcuterie board paired with a bottle of non-alcoholic wine on the table.
Overall, the ambiance in that suite was romantic.
"I should have been the one making this kind of effort, Hanna," Nero said, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry. I should have begged for your forgiveness instead of waiting."
"You don't have to apologize, Nero," Hanna said while shaking her head. "It was me who told you to give me time and space to process the things that you've told me." She paused for a moment, and then she suddenly became teary-eyed. "I'm sorry for the mean things I said to you after you gathered the courage to share your family secret with me, Nero."
He knitted his eyebrows, trying to remember what "mean" things his girlfriend had said to him that day.
Only one thing entered his mind.