After telling Devon what happened to her, Zari could see that Devon was beyond angry. “Devon, I don’t want to share anymore. All you need to know, baby, is that I fought and fought to keep him from taking me until he put that towel over my nose and forced me into the back seat of his car. "Do you remember the make and model of the car Zari?" Devon anxiously asks. I think so, but I only remember the color, nothing much else, because before I passed out, he covered me with a blanket, and I quickly lost consciousness. Upon waking, I felt drugged and limp; my hands and feet were bound, and once inside his house, I was forced into the shower to shave. "Shave?" "Please don't make me share details." Devon nodded, "Tell me." Zari continued. "The man led me across the hall into a room; I tried to get away many times. That's when he handcuffs and leaves me alone for I don't know how long. Until I was dying of thirst and starving for food, and that was the beginning of my nightmare and
Zari remembers Devon, not from her past and she doesn't recall the vows from the past. The tragic kidnapping and accident have erased pieces of Zari's memory, including the recollection of her first wedding. The memory from photographs, pictures that capture the passion between them on that particular day, is her only memory in pictures. But she can't forget her loving husband, Devon she has now. After making court appearances, his brother's lawyer, in the end, pleaded insanity. Evan was going away to a mental institution where hopefully, he'll get the help he needs. Since his health didn't permit it, Devon's father had to humble himself and ask his oldest son to take over the family business entirely. Devon encourages his father to trust his sister Mina, who can manage the family business more successfully than he could ever. Once the dust settled, the reality of the problems of the Hightower family hit home. It was now time for Devon and Zari to concentrate on their life. Zari d
“Devon what should I do?” She asked after muting the call. “Take the call.” Devon poured himself a cup of coffee.. He could see Zari was deep in thought. So he took a seat at the table. She looked at him. Her body heaved, again and again. It was time to purge. Zari told Devon. “I agree we can’t keep ignoring his phone calls.” “Yes, so you should tell him goodbye so we can move on with our life." Devon hugged her, and her stomach finally settled. Now she could finally put it all to rest finally. “Hello Evan. Please listen to me first. I'm so sorry, I had no idea not responding to your call for these months would bring you here. I am the biggest procrastinator there is. I'm the type if something is happening today or a problem arises. I tell myself that I will worry about tomorrow. It's the way I have coped with issues by telling myself to deal with them tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I face something new and have forgotten all about yesterday's concerns. But now that I'm appl
Baby, I'm so happy you are out of that hospital and at home. It's so good to see you smiling this morning. It's been a while since I've seen you this way. You know what? We ought to throw a party. No, I'll throw a party just for you." "Oh honey, how sweet. But I don't know if I'm ready for a party. How about you take me out to dinner." "No way! My wife deserves to be celebrated! How about next weekend?" "I don't know." "I'm going to plan a fabulous party just for you. So don't worry; you won't have to lift a finger. Would you like that?" I didn't answer. "You suppose to answer and say yes, or no?" I knew my husband. But lately, he has been a different man since last month. So maybe he finally believes me and knows how much I want our marriage to work. "Say Thank you, Devon. You are the best husband ever! That would be nice coming from you." Devon stood over me as I lay in bed. "I'm waiting." "I moistened my lips and finally gave in. "Thank you, Devon, my handsome husband," I
I glanced up and saw the taxi driver looking at me in the back seat in the rearview mirror. Granted, I was mumbling under my breath with my eyes closed. "Ms., are you okay?" The taxi driver asked me. 'I should have never come out tonight.' I thought before replying. "But I'm fine, Sir, thanks for asking." The car thumps hard! My eyes pop open as I shout out loud. "What was that?!" I sat up straight. It felt like my already broken heart slammed against my ribs. The taxi driver tells me he had to swerve to avoid hitting a deer, who leaped out in front of the car only a few feet ahead. My purse slid off the seat and onto the floor violently, spilling its contents. Bending over, I retrieved my cell phone, wallet, passport, and a pack of mints. It was plausible that a deer ran out in front of the car. You see, our house is thirty minutes outside of the city limits. Our home was in a lovely area called "Deer Park Estates." I always see Deer grazing on the outskirts of my gardens. "Are
Devon's Deep Thoughts: I lay in bed alone, feeling pathetic and regretful for a second night. My first thought lately when my head hit the pillow every night was always the same. A few swallows and deep breaths held back my tears. For years, women have been chasing me. Not to mention all the pretty wealthy girls my parents have tried to hook me up with. I flat-out refused. Why? Because I was waiting for the one who could turn my soul inside out and make me feel like a new man. Then I found her, and now I've let her get away. I caress the silken sheets my wife loves so much. I'm enticed by her sweet sexy scent embedded in them. Her perfume clings to my pillow. My wife's warm and naked body would be close to mind. The scent of her shampoo, I would recognize that scent anywhere. The sweet smell of my woman is submerged in my brain. My body responds predictably to her nakedness; I am ready to claim her when I awaken to her nearness. All the warm and cozy feelings remain here to remind m
I kept repeating in a state of shock. 'She must be all right. She must be all right. For a moment, it was as if I was watching a movie about someone else's life. Forcing myself to breathe so I could answer the police questions. Then, finally, I said in the middle of answering them. "Oh no! God says it’s not so! Is she dead!?" 'She's not dead, but…." "But what?" "She's unconscious right now, and her head was badly injured. But the doctors said there was some swelling, but they won't know how badly her brain was injured until she wakes up." "I got to go to her." "Yes, but we must ask some questions and explain a few things to you." "What do you need to know and explain to me? I just want to see my wife." "Yes, we know. Were you and your wife separated?" "Why?" "When we found the car, we saw that she had luggage in her car." "Well, a couple of days ago, we disagreed, as most married couples do, and she was going to stay at a friend's house for a few nights." "Well, we do
"How long will she be this way? Well, Mr. Hightower, there is no definite answer to that question. Some people recover within days, and others take months and a year." "When will she be able to come home, Doctor?" "We need a few more days to observe your wife before we let her go home with you. In the meantime, you can visit her as often as possible, so she can get accustomed to seeing you. But I'll main hope is that her memory returns soon." "And if it doesn't?" he asked, worried. "You will need to be strong, but most of all, your wife will need your patients and love.' "Alright, this is so difficult. I feel responsible for this happening to her," he said, hanging his head as tears ran down his face. "Sir, everything is going to be okay." As usual, Devon returned to work at the office with very little sleep from the previous two nights. It's been that way for some time, working on no sleep and little food. He felt riddled with guilt. All he could think about was Zari and all