Aiden "The investigation has been impeded because the sole witness refuses to say anything unless she sees you first," Detective Jordan says with a snicker. We are being driven by Kash, my driver, to the private care facility where my mother is receiving care. The day after my discharge, I called the detective and scheduled a meeting. Our phone call was brief. He still insisted on withholding his findings until he saw me and assured himself that I was medically cleared for a thorough conversation. I appreciated his concern, but I felt irritated. Now, my heart pounds with anticipation of seeing my mother again after years of her disappearance. And it constricts in pain at the thought of what I may find. She might have been reduced to a shell of her former self due to the trauma she faced, which may have forced her mind to shut inward as a coping mechanism.Detective Jordan glances out the window. "She's a blind old woman," he explains, propping one arm against the window frame and r
Aiden One and a half month later"You look terrible," I say, scrunching my face in disapproval. Despite her makeup, I notice the dark circles under Hermione's eyes. With my discharge date approaching, her visits have been occasional, and her appearance remains unchanged. "Is your mother working you too hard?" I ask, having overheard some nurses discussing Hermione's mother's demanding nature. I've started taking walks without assistance, and the orthopedic specialist has cleared me to resume my daily activities. Although my neuro rehabilitation hasn't yielded significant results, plans for hypnotherapy are underway. Dr. Hale is gradually introducing me to the process, with sessions scheduled after my discharge to help me recover my memories.Hermione's eyes flash at my question. "Are you getting back any memories?" she asks. I hesitate, trying to recall – but the memories of her, and everything associated with her, remain frustratingly out of reach. I had known, I'm certain of i
Hermione I knew better than to let my guard down so easily; Mom never lets transgressions go unpunished. The past week had been a barrage of surgeries, with Mom seemingly ordering in VIP patients from a queue. I spent most of the week operating on fumes, working on complex cases thrust my way, and barely getting enough rest. I appreciate the challenge, but the cost is too high. When it became clear that my overexerted state might compromise patient safety, I began assisting in surgeries. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom is indeed my biological parent. What kind of mother subjects her only daughter to such torture simply because I stood up to her and decided to take charge of my life? I take a sip of my fifth cup of coffee for the day, feeling the fatigue. I've been surviving on mostly two to three hours of sleep. Since Aiden's hospitalization, neither of us has set foot in our home. I always drag myself to my office and collapse onto the couch, exhausted, whenever I get a chanc
AidenA thrill runs through my body at her words. It's not the first time I've been propositioned by a gorgeous lady, but this moment with Hermione is incomparable. My body sparks to life with the feel of her hand in mine, our gazes connecting, and her radiant smile. Her voice washes over me like a soothing melody, filling me with warmth and comfort.I love her too; I know that. I'm probably falling in love with her all over again, and it's a good feeling. "How did we meet? How did we get married? Can you fill me in on our past?" I'm eager to get my memories back. Hermione scrunches her face, probably believing that might not be a good idea. "Just the safe parts," I add. "I don't know which parts of our history are safe, Aiden. You might experience overstimulation if I go too far." "I'll let you know if I'm feeling out of sorts, so you can stop. Tell me, please." I'm dying to know. "Did I approach you and ask you out..." She shakes her head before I finish my question. "No, our
Hermione "It's alright," I assure Raymond. He told me about Aiden's memory lapse, expressing his wonder at how Aiden could have forgotten me. Raymond runs his hand through his hair. "It's kinda hard to believe." I press my lips together, managing a small smile. "He will get through this." He appraises me with a sympathetic look. "This shouldn't be happening. If there's anything I can do to help, just give me a call, alright?" I nod, waving a brief goodbye to him as he leaves.I spend the night at the hospital, having no reason to return to that large house alone. I might feel miserable there. I've become so attached to Aiden's company that I'm certain if I return home, I won't be able to focus on my studies or sleep for the night. Even now in the office, thoughts of him dominate my mind. I deliberately chose not to meet him when Raymond informed me of his request to see me; it was too late at night, and he needed rest. So did I; I was exhausted. If he now knows that I'm his wi
Aiden I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from the beautiful doctor as she leaves the room. Despite being told she's not my attending physician or a nurse, her presence seems significant. She's a professor, I've been informed. Her youthful appearance and fresh-faced beauty are striking. Given her frequent visits and interest in my condition, I'm tempted to wonder if she might have a personal interest in me. The hospital director's visit doesn't surprise me, considering my father's influence, but the question she posed puzzles me. The doctor explained that I've lost some vital memories due to the accident, assuring me that they'll guide me through every step of my rehabilitation and therapy until I'm back to full health. "Is that doctor anyone significant to me?" I ask Raymond, my brow furrowed in curiosity. My mind is blank; I have no recollection of ever meeting her or getting involved with someone like her. She appears to be under thirty, and with her accomplishments, I