Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 603 - 605

The next morning, as the sun rose over the island, the wives gathered once again. They had decided to tell Jude about their concerns, hoping that his guidance would help them navigate this complex situation.

Nefertari took a deep breath and began, "Jude, we need to talk to you about Layla."

Jude looked up, his expression curious. "What's going on?"

Sophie, sitting close to him, reached for his hand. "We've noticed some things that don't add up. We think Layla might not be who she says she is."

Jude's brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean?"

Rose, always direct, jumped in. "She has memories she shouldn't have. And her new power, it's something Layla never had before."

Jude listened intently, absorbing their words. He looked around at the faces of his wives, seeing the worry and uncertainty etched on each one. "I understand your concerns," he said slowly. "But we need to give her the benefit of the doubt. Until she herself tells us she's not Layla, we should treat her as one of us."

Scarlett leaned forward, her eyes earnest. "But what if she's dangerous? We need to be prepared."

Jude sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "We can't live in fear of what might be. We have to take things one step at a time. Layla needs our support, just as we need each other."

Grace, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. "But what if she never remembers? Or what if she does and it turns out she's someone else entirely?"

Jude shook his head. "We can't live our lives based on what-ifs. We need to trust each other. We need to trust Layla until we have concrete reasons not to."

Emma, tears glistening in her eyes, added, "We love you, Jude. We just want to protect our family."

Jude nodded, his heart full of love for these women who had stood by him through everything. "I love you all. And I promise, I will protect our family. But we need to trust each other. We need to trust Layla until we have concrete reasons not to."

The wives exchanged uncertain glances, but they nodded in agreement. They had always trusted Jude's judgment, and they knew they had to follow his lead, even if it meant facing their fears head-on.

Over the next few days, the atmosphere on the island remained tense, but there was also a renewed sense of unity. The wives continued to observe Layla, but they did so with a more open heart, giving her the benefit of the doubt as Jude had suggested.

One afternoon, Jude decided to spend some time with Layla alone, hoping to gain more insight into her true identity. They walked along the beach, the waves gently lapping at their feet.

"Layla," Jude began, "how are you feeling? I know this must be hard for you."

Layla looked out at the horizon, her expression thoughtful. "It's been difficult. I feel like I'm living in a fog, trying to grasp at memories that slip away the moment I touch them."

Jude nodded, his heart aching for her. "I can't imagine how frustrating that must be. But I want you to know that we're all here for you. We believe in you."

Layla turned to him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Jude. That means a lot. Sometimes, I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore."

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 families stick 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. The banana forest was contaminated with another type of tree with full grown fruits as well.