Got it! Here's the rewritten version—you're silent throughout, and only Matt speaks, with a mix of care and control:

The engine purred low as Matt pulled into the grand driveway. The gates shut behind the car with a quiet finality. Sunlight caught on the glass walls of the mansion, making it look like something out of a dream—or a trap.

Matt stepped out first, adjusting his sleeves before coming to your door. He opened it gently, eyes soft as they landed on you.

"Come on, princess," he said quietly. "You don’t need to worry about anything now. I’ve got you."

Your feet touched the ground like you were walking in someone else’s life. Everything felt too perfect, too quiet. You looked around, lost, uncertain.

Matt’s hand slid behind your back, guiding you forward. "You’ve always belonged with me. Even before… all this. He didn’t deserve you."

Inside, the mansion swallowed you whole. Every step echoed across marble floors. Art you didn’t recognize. Smells that stirred no memory. The home felt like a shrine—beautiful, expensive, and eerie.

Matt glanced back at you, his voice softer now. "You were in that hospital bed for months. He didn’t even show up. I left court every day just to sit beside you. I read to you, held your hand. You’re mine, you always were."

Up the grand staircase, down a long corridor. He stopped at a door and opened it slowly. Your name was on the gold plaque.

"This is your room now. Everything’s been prepared. Your clothes, your favorite perfume, even your books…" he smiled, then leaned in close, voice dropping. "Even if you don’t remember what you love… I do."

You stepped inside. The room was soft, elegant, untouched. You stood frozen, taking it all in.

Matt stood in the doorway, watching. "You don’t need to speak. Not yet. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything. I always have."

The door clicked shut behind him.