The loud sound of music and people's chit chat isn't her cup of tea. Because of this she always stays away from bars. But what gotten her today is something she can't even understand herself.
She wants to call Vincent but somehow she can't do it. She has stopped missing him for good but she feels empty inside. When she was like a wandering soul, he sheltered her with hope and a dream of the future. But now she is turning into that wandering star who has no destination to reach. " Hey! Emma. Let me take a picture of you!" Darla grins, holding her phone. " I don't like -!" Before she could say, Ash pulls her closer, " Let's do it. It's been decades since I took a picture with my sister. Do you have any complaints?" He raises his brow with question. Emma shrugs and laughs little, " I don't remember but shall we?" Ash and Darla laugh. They can see that she is opening up. " Let's take you two first." Emma places the phone near her on the couch before sitting next to Ash. However she has forgotten that she didn't turn it off and kept Vincent's contact information open. After taking photos, Emma slightly moves from her position to make space for Darla to sit. However, her wrist accidentally presses against the number. " Hey! Do you want to have another glass of wine? I am going to order for myself!" Darla stands up, asking them. " I will take a soft drink." Emma replies. " What about you? Ash!" " Champagne!" " Okay. I'll be back!" She leaves, leaving them alone. Seeing the chance of being alone with Emma who is just staring at the people who are dancing, Ash pats her shoulder. " What's it?" " Are you sure about the divorce?" He asks. Emma has told him briefly about her situation. " Yeah. It's not something I can endure anymore." " What about moving in with me then? I have spare room to share!" Ash asks since he can't let her be in street. Ash doesn't know that she is already an employee with high earnings. " It's fine. I don't think I can move out without divorcing him first. I am just glad that - " She sips the rest of her wine and heaves, " There is no kid in our relationship. I am glad that I don't have any kids with him!" As she keeps talking, the person from the opposite side of the phone becomes red and heartbroken. Last few hours, he was madly calling her. But she kept her phone off. Now she is enjoying her time with another man who knows about everything and even feeling great about not having a kid. " Do you want me to contact any lawyer? I can help you with this!" " No need. I have already contacted my lawyer. I want to escape from him. In this entire relationship, I was the one who kept it alive. In every aspect, his priority was someone else. Even he started dating me after that girl approved me. Can you believe it?" She laughs, seemingly she is drunk. " You are drunk, Emma." " You don't know how lonely it feels. Ash. I'm tired of everything. I am glad that I chose to stay with you here. I don't want to see those faces. Not today at least. They'll ruin the happiness I felt after a long time!" As she sniffles inconsolably but silently, Vincent clenches his fist and jaws. Muscle feather as he realizes that she is determined to get away from him and this is utterly unacceptable. " I don't want to go there at all. I regret loving him!" This is the last straw for Vincent who stands up abruptly. The chair creates a loud sound as it falls on the floor after he pushes it away. The location on her phone is still on. He can easily see her location after she switched on the phone. With the heavy and angry grunts, he grabs the car keys, heading towards the door until his attention goes to Sia who rushes out after hearing the sound of chair falling. " Where are you going?" She asks, her eyebrows knitting with annoyance. " Go to bed. It's none of your business!" Wearing his pajamas, at this hour, he is leaving. Sia doesn't take a second to understand where he is heading to. However, she can't make him go back to her and make up for everything so easily. " This bitch has bewitched him. He is mine. You should leave from our lives!" She dials Emma's number but unfortunate to her, the number is busy. She chews her bottom lip harshly while dialing the number constantly. She must mess Emma's mind once again to kick herself out of the house. However, Sia doesn't know Vincent is listening every single word that Emma is saying because of the drunken state. Meanwhile, each and every word increases the fear of losing her and the obsession of keeping her with him forever. Emma doesn't know what is going to happen with her soon enough. But she keeps talking to Ash. Everything that she feels about the relationship. Vincent drives down the road, knowing it will take another hour to reach hair. Since the traffic would be less than daytime. He will arrive before the estimated time. " Why didn't he give me his priority? Why did you keep me with him? I hate to wait in the house month after months with the thought that my husband is out there with another woman. How would I know if he is sleeping with her or not? I don't care anymore. I just want divorce. I will take it by any chance!" She laughs and cries all together. Darla who just happens to return, notices her crying. Ash immediately holds the napkin in front of her. " You are drunk. Let's stop here. We will head to my apartment!" Hearing Ash's words, the grip around the steering wheel tightens along with the speed of the car. His eyes turn red and dark. The anger rushes through his head, messing up with his mind. Someone else will touch his wife. He will kill them instead. " I hate him. I fucking hate him. I regret every ounce of loving him so dearly. Let's go." She yells, standing up. " She is in bad position. Ash! Take her to your apartment. I will call your family to inform that you two won't make it." " Thanks, Darla. I really wanted her to meet rest of our family!" Vincent's eyes widen in shock when he hears their conversation... " She has already met another man's family! Haha! Good Job! Emma. I thought you were a good and understanding person but you are actually -..." His mood becomes gloomy, eyes are dark and stern... " You are mine. There is no way you can escape from this marriage!"" I wish I had parents like yours. Isn't it fun to be around sweet parents?" Emma, 13, clutches the tie of her school uniform and looks at Keya who is waiting for her father to pick them. " Don't worry! Aunt will be alright." Keya assures while holding a chocolate box, " Happy friendship day! I hope we will grow older together. Let's go to the same nursing home for elders together, OK?" Keya grins, Emma nods with a bright smile. But her attention slowly goes to her mother who is standing on the opposite side of the road. " Mom!" Emma waves her hand and smiles. " Gotta go, Keya. See you tomorrow, then!" She waves her hand and runs towards the road to cross. She notices the light is still on. Without thinking such, she grabs her backpack and runs towards her mother until - " Emma! WATCH OUT!" Her mother's screaming from the opposite side doesn't reach her. She clutches her eyes shut when she hears a sharp sound of horn. Covering her ears, she gets on her knees. Howe
It was more than an hour, she hasn't come out of the study room. Vincent takes a guess that she is resting. After soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, he approaches the door. With a hint of hesitation, his hand reaches the door knob. He doesn't know how to approach the whole situation. She is calm and indifferent. But it scares him more. What if he loses her? The thought of losing her messes with his mind. He wants to be the best husband in the world. He wants to be there when she needs her and everything. His strong grip twists the knob to open. However, to his surprise, the door doesn't open. He grabs his keys to open the door. She needs to take her medication. And he doesn't want her to skip taking medicines. Without thinking twice about breaking any sort of privacy, he just walks in after opening the door. " Emma!" He whispers and looks at her study room. His eyebrows knit slightly, finding no-one in the room. " Emma?" He mutters again. She is inside since s
" It was a great night!" She said as she sits on the bench in the park. Vincent looks at her, his eyes moistening with the scene of her being so beautiful in the moonlight. He is scared. What if she regains her memories and leaves him. What will he respond to her question? The fear and the agony of losing his own child because of himself has broken himself in the worst way. It would be less painful to get stabbed by his enemies. Taking a deep sigh, he walks towards her and holds a coffee can in front of her. " Thanks!" She said. However, a pang of heartache leads him to clench his own cup when she moves a bit away from him when he sits next to her. Like she did when they were having dinner. The distance between them, the way she talked to him was like talking to a stranger, his heart shattered into pieces each time. " Emma!" He calls her name in a soft tone as he presses his own palm. " Hmm?" she sips the coffee and looks at him. " Did that place feel famili
Sometimes life plays jokes but you got to do nothing but laugh. Even if it's not laughable. Vincent looks at the woman who he almost lost. His eyes are full of sadness although he feels relieved that she is alive and well. " You don't remember me?" He asked. He feels pain in his chest as if thousands of stones are gathering in his chest. " I don't! Also I don't care! Can you please just arrange everything and let me go? What if someone else proposes to him?" She looks restless and impatient. Her eyes from time to time shift on the door. " Emma! I am your husband! Do you know what that means?" He asked, swallowing his pain. " I was married to you. Now I don't remember you. This is a very good reason, right? Let me go already. Okay? Please. Pretty please!" She shows her puppy eyes while jumping in small movements. " It's not happening." He sighs deeply and holds her hand. " Once you said that you shouldn't do something out of impulsive emotions. You may regret it later.
Obviously, amnesia is something that rarely happens to the patient with a small head injury. However, judging by her mental situation, the biggest strike of her life may lead her to something unexpected. Joyce can't help but feel so doubtful about her regaining consciousness without any problems. It's been three days. The 72 hours observation has finally ended and they're expecting her to wake up sooner or they will announce her being in coma. However those 72 hours have been a hell for Vincent who has seemingly lost his cool. Without eating a single grain, he has been sitting on the sofa in her room. Joyce sometimes encourages him to get back himself. But he has just lost the spirit to do anything. In the evening, Joyce checks her pulse and dresses the wound. The wounds are recovering faster as expected. While she is checking the pulse, her attention shifts on Emma's eyes. A subtle gasp with an " Ah!" escapes when she notices Emma has been staring at her. She regai
" She was pregnant for four months! It was a cryptic pregnancy!" Sending Emma to the ICU, the doctor looks at Vincent who is standing like a statue. His worn out expression watches her from outside. " What is cryptic pregnancy?" He asked as guilt is killing him inside.. " It's a pregnancy that shows no early symptoms of pregnancy. Sometimes some women get to know when they are in labor. That's why she didn't have any baby bump from the beginning!" Vincent inhales sharply as he clenches his fist. This is not what he wanted. " The woman who was with her. We contacted her parents. They confirmed that they were Emma's Godparents. After her mother's death, Emma was neglected severely and was mental deprived. They moved her in when she was only fifteen. She grew up with them." She said, looking at Emma with a pitiful gaze. Vincent has severe trust issues. When he knew that her present had been making him taking wrong decision in his secret life, he started using Sia. Although