Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 590 - 592

As the days continued to pass, Layla found herself drawn into the rhythm of island life, even as her memories remained elusive. Determined to help her remember, Natalie decided to take a different approach. She knew that sometimes, familiar activities and places could jog the memory in ways that mere words could not.

One sunny morning, Natalie approached Layla with a warm smile. "How about we take a trip to the river today?" she suggested. "We used to go fishing there all the time. Maybe being there will help you remember something."

Layla looked up, her curiosity piqued. "That sounds like a good idea," she replied. "I'd love to see the river."

With a nod, Natalie gathered their fishing gear and led Layla along the winding path that meandered through the island's lush landscape. As they walked, Natalie pointed out various landmarks and shared stories about their past adventures.

"See that old oak tree over there?" Natalie said, gesturing toward a towering tree with a sprawling canopy. "We used to climb it all the time. You were the best at it, always reaching the highest branches without breaking a sweat."

Layla smiled, imagining herself scaling the tree with ease. "It sounds like fun," she said wistfully. "I wish I could remember it."

As they continued their walk, the sound of rushing water grew louder, and soon they reached the riverbank. The sight of the crystal-clear water flowing over smooth stones brought a sense of peace to Layla's heart. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh, earthy scent of the river.

"This place is beautiful," Layla said, her eyes scanning the serene landscape. "I can see why we loved coming here."

Natalie set down their gear and began preparing their fishing lines. "It is, isn't it?" she agreed, her voice filled with warmth. "We spent so many lazy afternoons here, just fishing and talking about life. It was our little sanctuary."

Layla watched as Natalie expertly baited the hooks and handed her a fishing rod. "Here, give it a try," Natalie encouraged. "It's like riding a bike, once you start, it'll come back to you."

Taking the rod, Layla felt a sense of familiarity wash over her as she cast her line into the water. The motion felt natural, as if her body remembered what her mind could not. She glanced at Natalie, who was watching her with an encouraging smile.

"You're doing great," Natalie said. "I knew you'd remember."

As they sat by the river, waiting for a bite, Natalie continued to share stories from their past. "Do you remember the time we caught that massive fish?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "It was so big, we couldn't believe our eyes. You were the one who reeled it in."

Layla shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I wish I did. It sounds incredible."

"It was," Natalie said, her tone softening. "We laughed so hard that day. It's one of my favorite memories."

Layla looked out at the river, her mind filled with fragments of half-formed memories. "I feel like there's something there, just out of reach," she said quietly. "It's frustrating not being able to grasp it."

Natalie placed a reassuring hand on Layla's shoulder. "I know it's hard," she said gently. "But don't push yourself too much. Sometimes, memories come back when we least expect them."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds the gentle babble of the river and the occasional splash of a fish. Layla felt a sense of calm wash over her, soothed by the familiar surroundings and Natalie's comforting presence.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Layla felt a tug on her line. "I think I've got something!" she exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her voice.

Natalie watched with a grin as Layla expertly reeled in the fish. "See? I told you it would come back to you," she said, her voice filled with pride.

Layla beamed as she held up her catch. "I did it," she said, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. "Maybe there's hope for my memories after all."

"There definitely is," Natalie said with a nod. "And even if they don't come back right away, we'll make new memories together. That's what's important."

They spent the rest of the morning fishing and talking, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Although Layla's memories remained elusive, she felt a sense of connection to Natalie and the island that she couldn't quite explain.

As they prepared to head back to the shelter, Layla paused, taking one last look at the river. "Thank you, Natalie," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "This has been wonderful."

Natalie smiled warmly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. We'll have to do this more often."

As they walked back along the familiar path, Layla felt a sense of contentment settle over her. Despite her missing memories, she knew she was surrounded by people who cared for her deeply, and that was enough.

When they returned to the shelter, the other wives gathered around, eager to hear about their day. Layla recounted their trip to the river, her eyes shining with excitement as she described the peaceful surroundings and the thrill of catching a fish.

Susan, Rose, Zoey, and the others listened intently, their expressions a mix of hope and encouragement. "It sounds like you had a great time," Susan said, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm so glad to see you happy, Layla."

"I did," Layla replied, her smile genuine. "Thank you all for being so patient with me. I know it's been hard."

Zoey stepped forward, her energetic spirit shining through. "Hey, we're just glad to have you back," she said with a grin. "We'll help you remember, no matter how long it takes."

As the days continued to pass, each of the wives took turns sharing their own special memories with Layla. Grace, with her calm and nurturing demeanor, spent hours showing Layla the plants and herbs they had cultivated together. "We used to spend so much time in this garden," Grace said, her voice filled with nostalgia. "You had such a knack for knowing which plants would thrive."