"WE didn't love each other, Gideon. We only got married because I got pregnant." I watched as his lips parted while staring at me. His blue eyes were full of shock. I swallowed hard and continued. "We met in a bar in New York. We had a one-night stand. After a month, I found out I got pregnant. You married me because you said you couldn't have a child out of wedlock." I decided to tell him the same thing I told Amelia. Same lies, less mistakes, right? "You see… that's the reason our marriage was only held in your office. There's no love between us, Gideon." "Ugh," he grunted. He closed his eyes and winced. His forehead was in a deep crease while his hand was on his head. Was he okay? Did I strain his memories? "G-Gideon?" It took a moment before he opened his eyes. I saw a storm of confusion in those blue orbs. "If you're telling the truth, then where's the baby?" His eyes drifted to my belly. I was wearing a white button-up top and jeans. "You don't look like you're
"WHY are you so far away from me?" I was about to turn off the lamp beside me when I heard Gideon. I snapped my head at him. He was sitting on the right side of the bed, his back was resting on the headboard. I was here on the opposite side. It was our first night here in his house after moving out of the hospital. We were still alone in the house. Tomorrow, we will be joined by the physical therapy nurse that Amelia hired for Gideon. Gideon cleared his throat as his eyes remained on me. "Haven't we slept in the same bed before?" I wanted to laugh as I remembered everything he said in the mausoleum. "We do. Sometimes. You were always out of town, Gideon."It was true. He was always away for business. And I preferred it that way. During the four months we were together, we only had sex five times. He was always in bad mood every time he demanded sex from me. The last time we had sex, he was mad about losing an important business deal.We'd shared the same bed but we never once
"GOOD morning."I stopped pouring coffee into my mug when I heard that familiar voice. I turned my head and saw Gideon at the entrance of the kitchen. He was still wearing the clothes from last night. His white shirt was slightly crinkled from sleeping. His hair was slightly disheveled. There was a five o'clock shadow on his face. "G-Good morning." Damn. It was the first time I heard that from him. Everything he had been doing since he woke up from the accident was making me jump. He was still asleep when I left him in the bedroom. "I smelled coffee…" He smiled as he maneuvered his wheelchair towards me. I cleared my throat. I don't think I could get used to him smiling. "Do you want some?" "Yes, please. The same as yours."I blinked. Even his preference for coffee had changed. I remembered he liked his coffee black. "Are you sure? You wanted your coffee black, Gideon."He glanced at my cup before looking back at me. "I wanted it just like yours.""Fine." I shrugged before ma
"YOU looked good, son." Amelia smiled as the woman crouched to pull his son for a hug. Amelia had invited us for dinner at their house tonight. That's why three days after he left the hospital, we're here in the Henry mansion in Huntington. "You too, Mom." I heard Gideon say. Amelia was wearing an elegant white dress that matched her huge white pearl necklace. She had always been dressed to kill. "Thanks, son." Amelia then turned to me.I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How are you two?" "We're fine, Amelia," I said. "Aside from Gideon's occasional headaches, everything's normal."The other day, we went to the hospital for his check-up. His doctor assured him that his occasional headaches were normal for someone like him suffering from amnesia. "I told you, Gideon. You should live with us in the meantime," Amelia told his son."It's okay, Mom." Gideon smiled at his mother before his eyes drifted to me. "My wife has been taking care of me.""Oh." Amelia looked at me, g
I STIFFENED. "Why did you ask?" I asked, trying to avoid his gaze. My eyes fell on the maroon tie I was putting on his collar."I remembered what he told me when we had dinner. You two were friends even before we met. So how long have you been friends? Did he introduce us to each other?" "No." I refrained myself from taking a sharp breath. Damn. I wanted to slap the truth in his face right now. "But we've been friends for a couple of months before we met.""When did you meet?" "In the New York Public Library." I noticed my hand was a little trembling as I continued to fix his tie."Why are you asking, Gideon?" Why was he suddenly asking me things?I tilted my head. I was welcomed by his blue eyes. "You're my wife. I wanted to know more about you," he smiled.I raised my brow and didn't comment. "You're done." I dismissed him instead. I straightened my back and stepped away from him. "Just fix your hair and you're ready to go."I went behind him and pushed his wheelchair in front o
"BIANCA, 'sorry to disturb you…"I closed my sketchpad and turned to Hanna who hadn't realized was already standing in front of me. I gave her a smile. "What is it, Hanna?" The woman was in her late thirties with freckled skin and ginger hair. Her light green uniform matches her green eyes.Hanna had already been with us for a week. So far, she's been a great help to me. "It's Gideon.""What is it?" My forehead creased. "Is he already dressed?" Gideon would be going to the office today. I looked at the watch on my wrist. He would be fetched by his father's secretary by ten. Hanna pursed her lips. "Gideon said he needs your help with his tie." Of course, Hanna knew that Gideon and I were married. But so far, she had been not asking me questions as to why I wasn't hands-on with Gideon. I blinked. "Oh. Okay. I'll be there." I put my sketchpad on the coffee table and excused myself from her. I knocked first before entering the walk-in closet. "Hanna said you wanted my help." I cl
"CALM down, Bianca…" I whispered to myself as another thunder reached my ears. It was already midnight. I was curled up here in the nook of the kitchen tiled floor. My head was buried in the hollow between my knees, my hands covering both my ears. I woke up in the middle of the night with a strong thunderstorm hitting Pasadena. "It'll pass. It'll pass…" I continuously muttered to myself, my lips slightly quivering in cold. I could hear the heavy downpour of the rain outside. It was like the sky had gotten furious and decided to punish everything beneath him. "Bianca…?" I didn't know how long I was there in the dark when I heard a familiar voice. "Bianca?" I shut my eyes as the kitchen light blinded me. "What are you doing there, Bianca?" It took me a moment before I looked at him. Gideon… in his wheelchair was in front of me. His hair was a mess, his eyes a little slanted for waking up in an ungodly hour, his thick eyebrows in a deep furrow. "I woke up without you beside me
"THAT'S a triple word point, Hanna. Now I've got seventy-eight points.""Damn. You're so unfairly good at this, Gideon."I closed the book in my hand when I heard the voices from outside. They were from Gideon and Hanna. It was Saturday morning.The weather was fine today. The two of them were playing scrabble in the garden. Gideon invited me first but of course, I refused. Now I'm here, sitting on the wooden hanging chair on the lanai meters away from them. "Well…" I could hear Gideon's deep chuckle. "Do you want another game, Hanna?" I didn't know he likes playing board games. Well, what do I know about him? It had been three weeks since he left the hospital, and until now, he still kept on surprising me with the things that he does. Him being genuinely polite and kind to Hanna surprised me. Well, I knew the old Gideon would never mingle with an employee. He was a snob and ruthless. I remembered how he treated his secretary. "Nah." I heard Hanna laugh. "I don't want to lose a