Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 602 - 604

Jude took her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You are Layla to us. Until you tell us otherwise, that's who you are. And we will support you every step of the way."

Tears welled up in Layla's eyes. "I just wish I could remember everything. I feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're not letting anyone down," Jude said firmly. "We're a family, and we face our challenges together. No matter what happens, we'll get through this."

As they continued their walk, Layla felt a flicker of hope. Despite her confusion and the gaps in her memory, she knew she wasn't alone. Jude's unwavering support gave her the strength to keep trying, to keep fighting for the truth.

Back at the shelter, the wives continued to discuss their concerns in private, but they also followed Jude's advice to support Layla. They spent time with her, shared stories, and helped her with her daily tasks. Each day, Layla's connection to them grew stronger, even if her memories remained elusive.

One evening, as they all gathered for dinner, Layla looked around at the faces of the people she had come to care for deeply. Despite the uncertainties and fears, she felt a sense of belonging.

"I know I've caused a lot of worry," Layla said, her voice trembling slightly. "But I want to thank you all for your kindness and patience. I promise, I'm doing my best to remember."

Nefertari smiled warmly at her. "We know you are, Layla. And we're here for you, no matter what."

Jude nodded, his eyes filled with pride and love. "We're a family, and families stick together. We'll face whatever comes our way, side by side."

As the days turned into weeks, Layla's efforts to recover her memories continued. The headaches persisted, but she pushed through the pain, determined to unlock the truth. The wives, following Jude's lead, supported her with unwavering dedication.

One morning, as Layla and Sophie were gathering fruit, Layla suddenly paused, clutching her head in pain. Sophie rushed to her side, her face filled with concern.

"Layla, are you okay?" Sophie asked, helping her sit down.

Layla nodded weakly. "Just another headache. They seem to be getting worse."

Sophie handed her a flask of water. "Drink this. Maybe it will help."

As Layla sipped the water, she closed her eyes, trying to focus. Suddenly, a flash of memory hit her, she was in the banana forest, laughing with Jude and Sophie, climbing trees to reach the ripest fruit.

"I remember something," Layla said, her voice filled with excitement. "I remember being here with you and Jude, climbing trees to get the bananas."

Sophie's eyes widened in surprise. "That's amazing, Layla! Do you remember anything else?"

Layla shook her head, the memory already fading. "No, just that one moment. But it's a start."

Sophie hugged her tightly. "It's more than a start. It's progress. We'll get through this, Layla. I promise."

As the weeks went by, more fragments of memories began to surface for Layla. They were small, fleeting moments, but each one brought her a step closer to reclaiming her past. The wives continued to support her, their initial fears slowly giving way to hope.

One evening, as they sat around the campfire, Layla shared another memory that had surfaced. "I remember a storm," she said, her eyes distant. "We were all huddled together in the shelter, listening to the wind howl outside."

Natalie nodded. "That was a terrifying night. But we got through it together, just like we'll get through this."

Jude reached for Layla's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great, Layla. Keep fighting. We're with you every step of the way."

As Layla looked around at the faces of her family, she felt a surge of gratitude and determination. Despite the doubts and fears that had plagued her, she knew she was not alone. With their support, she would continue to fight for her memories, for her place among them.

One afternoon, Nefertari and Lucy decided to take Layla on another walk through the island, hoping that revisiting more familiar places might trigger genuine memories. They ventured deep into the banana forest, a place filled with the echoes of their past adventures.

As they walked, Layla felt a mix of hope and apprehension. "This place feels so familiar," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Nefertari smiled encouragingly. "That's a good sign, Layla. Let's see if we can unlock more memories."

They reached a small clearing where a waterfall cascaded into a crystal-clear pool. The sight of the waterfall seemed to spark something in Layla, and she paused, a look of concentration on her face.

"This place...it feels like home," Layla said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy nodded. "We've spent

many happy moments here. Do you remember anything specific?"

Layla closed her eyes, trying to focus. "I remember swimming here with all of you. We were laughing, splashing each other."

Nefertari's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, we've had so much fun here. Do you remember any other details?"

Layla shook her head, the memory already fading. "No, just that moment. But it felt real."

Lucy placed a comforting hand on Layla's shoulder. "That's progress, Layla. We're getting closer."

As they continued their walk, Layla's headache began to build, a familiar pain that accompanied each attempt to remember. But she pushed through it, determined to uncover the truth.

When they returned to the shelter, the other wives gathered around, eager to hear about their outing. Layla shared the memories that had surfaced, and they all listened with rapt attention, their initial fears now replaced by a collective hope.

As the evening wore on, Layla felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but with the unwavering support of her family, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

That night, as Layla drifted off to sleep, she felt a renewed sense of determination. She would continue to fight for her memories, for her place among them. And no matter what the future held, she knew she would never be alone.