THE WIFE HE BETRAYED, THE WOMAN HE FEARS

Sofia's POV“Are you done embarrassing me, Sofia? Because I’m done.”That was the first thing I heard as I stepped into the living room, still peeling off my heels and still thinking about how badly my back hurt and how all I needed was a cup of tea and five quiet minutes.Instead, I got a stack of papers thrown right into my face. Literally thrown.. not tossed and definitely not handed. Thrown.“What the... Santoro, are you crazy?” I joked, grabbing at the papers on my chest before they fell. They fell anyway.“I’m not taking this anymore,” he said in a cold and calm voice. Calm in that annoying way he always used when he wanted to feel powerful.I stared at him at his curly dark hair and those stupid soft dimples that once made me blush. He stood there like he was the injured saint of the house. Meanwhile I was standing by the door, smelling like office printer ink.I dropped my bag on the couch and bent down to gather the fallen papers. “What is this nonsense?” I mumbled, flipping

Santoro's POV“Drive safe, okay?” I said as I leaned down and planted a kiss on Lucia’s lips.She giggled, full of herself like always. “Of course. And tell your mom goodnight for me.”She climbed into her car, waved like she was Miss Spain and then drove off while I turned back toward the front door.The moment I stepped into the living room, my mother clapped her hands together like she just won bingo.“Well done, Santoro!” she said proudly. “You finally got rid of that Sofia girl today and I’m so proud of you, my son.”I dropped onto the couch, feeling like someone had knocked the air out of me. “Yeah… great.”She frowned. “Oh, not this long face again.”“Mom,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead, “Sofia… she really did a lot for us.. for me, personally and you can’t deny that.”My mother rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d fall out. “There you go again! Always soft! Always emotional! I don’t know why you act like this. You’re a man, Santoro. A strong one. Stop thinking with you

Sofia's POVI looked up at her abruptly and froze, watching her face crumble before me. My emotions were all over the place, and even though I have no idea what she had to say, I could tell it was something I wasn't going to like. “I don't want to hear it.” I flinched and threw my face away. “Sofia…” she reached out for my hand, but I jerked her hand off. “I just don't want to hear it, mom.” It felt weird calling her that, but I guess I'm going to have to get used to it somehow.“You need to hear it, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not. It's one of the things that will help you regain your memory.” Her voice sounded soothing, and my eyes laced with tears as I heard her speak. “Please honey, for the sake of your father and your family who loved you very much. You must remember who you were. It's important for you and all of us.” She insisted, and I shut my eyes, feeling defeated. “Fine! What is it? What happened to me? Who was I, and why did I have that horrible accident?” I sud

Sofia's POV Immediately, the video stopped. Everything went blank and dark. My mom rushed to turn the lights on, and it flickered. My head spinned for a second, and my eyes flashed with voices popping up in my head. A pounding headache hit me like a wave, and I clutched my head in my hands as the hammering pain spread through my body, making me shiver. My head exploded in pain with memories that seemed too familiar, assaulting my head and slashing through me like a sword. “Aaahh!” I groaned in pain.“Sofia…” my mother rushed towards me, but I didn't pay attention to her. A man's face popped into my head, and my face crumbled. It was the same man I had just seen in the video. The man who claims to be my father. His face was twisted with anger, and he was barking at me with so much rage. “No! No!!” I tried shaking the memories off, but they kept coming like a flood. “I warned you. I told you that man would bring you misery, but you said you loved him. Love.” “Look at you now.”

Sofia's POV The black customised SUV drove into an all white mansion draped with golden marbles and designs. I stared out the window, feeling confused and amazed at the same time. Mother had arrived this morning at the hospital, suddenly declaring that she was taking me home. I was reluctant at first and insisted I wasn't coming with her. Knowing fully well, it's the same house that my brother Julian lives in. And with my amnesia still intact, I wasn't willing to risk living such a ridiculous life. But mother persuaded me eventually, stating it was better for me to be in the environment where I had grown up, since it will juggle my memories and help me regain them.And since I'm determined to have my life back and put things in place, I decided to take the chance and come here. “We are here!” My mother announced with her voice laced with excitement. One could tell she has been wanting to welcome me home for a very long time. I wondered why I ever left in the first place? I've he