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I walked away from the transparent wall and looked around the bedroom. Something here must be able to trigger my memory. I looked through the drawer, combing through every corner. There weren't many items in there except for some drugs and a pack of condoms. My hand stilled as I picked up the pack of condoms. This bedroom was meant for Lorenzo and me. If these condoms were kept in the drawer then that meant Lorenzo must have had the intention of us having sex. I shivered at the thought of us being undressed and entangled in the bed. None of it felt right.I know it was wrong of me to feel that way, but that was the truth. Having sex with Lorenzo was something I was even ready to imagine, let alone engage in.I shook my head and dropped the pack of condoms back into the drawer. As I rose to my feet and turned away from the drawer, an idea hit me. I didn’t know how long I could prevent Lorenzo from consummating our marriage, but in the meantime, I could extend it by getting rid of tha
The living room was very spacious and filled with many luxurious interior decorations. Even the floor was made of glass. I looked around the living room in disbelief. How rich was Lorenzo for him to afford all these expensive things?He had told me he owned a pharmacy, but was that enough to get him everything he owned?“I looked back at him and said, “Your house is very beautiful. It has a lot of nice stuff.”He pulled me close to him and smiled down at me. “Our house,” he corrected. Then, he looked around and shrugged. “You were the one who chose the decoration.”My eyes traveled from the furnace to the posh furniture to the beautiful artworks that were hung on the walls and blinked. “I decorated this place?”“Yes, you did,” he said. “It was going to be our first time living together as a couple so you wanted it to feel like home.” He looked at me and asked, “Do you still like its interior design or should I let you go through others?”I furrowed my brow at his question. “Will you l
Lorenzo had stayed with me throughout the day. He was attentive to all my needs and didn't let me do anything. At one point, I felt bad for not remembering him. Although I was his wife, he was a stranger to me.In the evening, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Lorenzo had gone to see the doctor regarding a signature on some documents. I was left alone and had the time to think through everything that had happened so far.I could remember most of my life, but it was in an inadequate sequence. There were some things I mixed up. Each time I forced myself to disentangle my memories, it caused my head to ache.I sighed and clenched my hand by my side. How long will I remain like this?The door opened. Lorenzo walked inside. He looked concerned when he saw that I was still awake. He tried to coax me to sleep, but my mind was too messed up to give in. I turned in bed and looked at him. “It is hard to fall asleep,” I pointed out as he patted my head. “Something about being in a hospital
After the doctor left, the man came close to me and held my hands. He rubbed his thumbs gently on the back of my hand and looked at me. “Don’t worry about it. We are going to get through this, trust me.”I furrowed my brows and looked down at our intertwined hands. “I don't even know your name, how do you expect me to trust you?”The man nodded. “I’m sorry for not introducing myself properly. I’m Lorenzo, your husband.”The name sounded too familiar to my ears. It was like knowing the rhyme of a song without even knowing its lyrics. But now wasn’t the time for me to dwell on why his name was familiar to me despite not recognizing him. The doctor had said my memory was distorted, that must be the reason why I couldn’t recognize him.“You said I had a car accident and that was what landed me here. What happened before that? Why was I in that car?”He blinked, looking like he was thinking of how to answer me. After a long pause, he said, “You were going to meet someone."I frowned. “Who?
He slowly dropped his hand and rested it on his lap. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. After what felt like a long silence, he finally spoke up. “We are married.”I shook my head. There was no way I would be married and wouldn’t remember that. “You are lying,” I replied. “There is no way I’m married.”The man exhaled deeply and picked up my hand resting on the bed. He nodded, looking sad. “It is okay. I understand that you are confused. You just woke up not quite long after a fatal accident, it is okay if things get wired up.”“Fatal accident?” I repeated, my eyes looking lost. “How did that happen? Is that why I was admitted here? I nearly died?”“Yes,” he answered. “But you survived it. You have always been a strong woman. I know you will survive this too.”I shifted backward on the bed, feeling overwhelmed with everything I was hearing.“What happened?” I asked. “Did anyone else die in the accident? What about my parents?” I looked around, feeling scared about their well-be
Honey. The breeze blew gently through the window, glazing softly against my skin. My eyes fluttered open, taking in my environment. I was in a room that seemed much more like a hospital ward.Confused, I sat up on the bed, the slight movement shooting pain in the back of my head. I observed the ward. Every single thing seemed strange. I couldn’t place a thing together.Why was I here?While I was gathering my thoughts, the door leading to the room I was in opened and a young woman wearing a blue scrub walked into the room. She smiled warmly at me. “I’m glad to see you are awake,” She said and looked at a file in her hands. “How are you feeling?”I furrowed my brows, not understanding what she was talking about. “Who are you?”She looked at me awkwardly. It was like she didn’t expect me to ask that question. She blinked before replying. “I’m a nurse, I am here to check on you.”She paused.“Wait…” She dropped her hand, focusing her attention on me. “Do you remember what brought you h