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He smirked. I wasn't aware I had just stepped into the lion's den. The lion was secretly waiting in the dark, but I went into the darkness like a lost sheep. "Alright, I will give you a ride." He said. I uttered a sigh of relief as we drove out of the parking lot. The stalker wasn't in sight so I guess he left. I told him my destination. I smiled at my savior. "Thank you." He shrugged, his eyes concentrating on the road. "I haven't done anything yet." I grinned. "Of course you did. You saved me." He smirked and his eyes kind of darkened. "I didn't save you, I just prevented you from being taken." "That's the same thing as saving me." I pointed out. He was trying to let me know he wasn't my savior and I was blind by his disguise of kindness that I didn't realize that the whole stalking thing might just be a way to make me come to him. I relaxed in my seat. "You probably know that I'm a singer, right?" He shook his head. "No, I don't." I sat up and looked at him, surprised. I thought I was gaining more popularity after airing my latest album, fatherhood. I mean some of the songs in the album have more than 10 Millions views on youtube and it was displayed on a lot of billboards from all over the world. I blinked my eyes trying to understand how he doesn't know me. At the very least, he could have seen me on TV. "You don't know me?" I asked again. He frowned and looked at me. "Am I meant to know you?" I pouted. I was used to being recognized so it felt strange that he didn't know me. "Well, it's not like you are meant to, but I was thinking you might have seen my pictures somewhere. Maybe on magazines, billboards, television, or even on social media." "I don't have time for any of those." He said coldly. I nodded. "Okay. I have a concert in New York coming up on Saturday night. I will be glad if you can come." I unzipped my handbag and brought out a plastic ticket. I stretched it towards him. "This is a ticket to the concert, you can accept it as an act of gratitude." He glanced at the ticket. "I can't accept it." "Why?" "I'm always busy on Saturdays." "It doesn't matter, just take it. If you have some spare time then you can come and check on me," I insisted. He hummed, took the ticket from my hands, and kept it in one of the drawers of his car. He stopped the car before my music studio and looked at me. "This is the place, right?" I nodded and stretched out to open the door of the car. I paused and looked at him. I might never have crossed paths with him, but I wanted us to meet again so I asked for his phone number. He looked at me, surprised. "You want my number?" I nodded. "Yeah, I want to get to know you." If I knew who he truly was, I wouldn’t have wanted to know him. I would have run away from him the moment I bumped into him in the hallway of the shoe store. If I knew what he had done to my family… if I knew he was more dangerous than my stalker… If I knew he was after me, I would have hated him with all my gut and wouldn’t have asked for his number. If only I knew.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
Honey.I stood before the mirror, admiring my reflection. I smiled as I brushed my hands along the soft fabric of my wedding gown. Today was the day I was going to be married to Lorenzo, and if you ask me how it felt, the honest truth is that it still felt like a dream. We had been through a lot. Fought through the storm and here we are still standing. Together.The door leading to my room creaked and I turned to see Lorenzo walking into the room. He smiled when he saw me. His eyes swept across my dress. He walked up to me and cupped my face. “You look so lovely in this dress.”I smiled and brushed my hand along the collar of his three-piece suit. “You look great too.”He looked at my hand and held it gently. He patted it and looked at me. “How do you feel?”I shrugged. “I feel like a conqueror. I mean I finally get to become the wife of a vicious man like you.”He laughed and shook his head. “You know I will never hurt you again, right?”“Of course, I do,” I said. “Why do you think