The words he spoke went straight over my head without a chance for me to process them. My actions earlier may have triggered his response, leading him to behave in this manner. This is his way of showing me his other side."We're here, get down," he snapped at me.I quickly turned to the window and met with his furious expression. He's right, we have arrived at the grand mansion. The car pulled into the garage and halted in front of the main entrance. Without a word, I opened the door and stepped out slowly. I had assumed that he would assist me as he had earlier when we left the hospital, but my expectations were proven wrong. As soon as my feet touched the ground, he sped off, leaving me standing outside with no idea of where he was rushing off to. Perhaps to work? It's possible."Do I live here?" I questioned aloud.I scrutinized the immense mansion from where I stood, but like earlier, it felt like my first time being here. I couldn't sense any familiarity with the place."Come ins
"Lucas!" I called his name once more, the urgency in my voice echoing through the room.He emanates a strong smell of alcohol, causing me to hold my breath as I crouch down to tap his shoulder. My hope was that this would bring him back to consciousness, but alas, he remained in a deep slumber. His hand raised and gestured for me to leave, a clear indication of his unwillingness to be disturbed. With a loud thud, his hand falls back onto the floor, as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. I let out a sigh, realizing that I had no choice but to help him up."Lucas, please, you need to wake up," I stated in a firmer and louder tone.Despite my efforts, he continued to remain unresponsive, his body too heavy for me to lift. Adding to my dilemma, he refused to simply allow me to carry him, instead he wanted to walk around the room. "Lucas," I mumbled once again. I couldn't help but question why he didn't go to work, after all, he was the Mayor. Why would he choose to dri
With a growing urge to urinate, I slowly opened my eyes, moving my body with care. I dreaded waking Lucas from his peaceful sleep, so I cautiously freed myself from his tight embrace. As I changed positions, I felt a sharp pain between my thighs, causing me to wince. Is this a normal occurrence? My memory fails me.Last night with Lucas was wild and, for me, the best moment so far as it's been in months. Perhaps our prolonged abstinence contributed to the intensity of it all. That's the only explanation I can conjure at the moment.Lost in thought, I stared at the bedroom wall for a few minutes. Our bed was huge, but I was pushed to the edge, sandwiched between Lucas and the wall. Behind me, he continued to snore softly, still deep in slumber.But why am I feeling like this now?If I didn't take any fever medicine, I was certain I would fall ill. Is this a normal reaction to being used by him?Strange as it sounds, it's the only explanation I have. I've been in a daze for the past few
Before Luke could respond to my question, and just before I questioned the maids about how they treated me, I noticed Lucas approaching the kitchen door. I could see his wet hair from a long distance. His pungent scent permeates the inner recesses of my nostrils, indicating that he has just taken a shower. There is also a sweet-smelling after-shower gel product that I am unfamiliar with. Everything seemed like something I was experiencing for the first time. I am still trying to figure out how he did it in such a short amount of time. My attention was drawn to the light sky-blue polo shirt he was wearing, which made him appear more attractive. His dark suit is draped over his left arm, hanging there. He is holding a leather bag about the size of a laptop in his right hand. Ready to go, most likely to his office and start working. After all, he is the Mayor, so he should always be swamped. A bodyguard appeared out of nowhere and rushed toward him, grabbing the leather bag from him. Aft
When I heard Luke's request, my throat dried up. How could a four-year-old boy understand his mother's thoughts? I never asked him to tell Lucas about this. He was the one who volunteered to command his father. Perhaps he would have seen us before and had high expectations. Lucas inhaled deeply and gulped down. He, too, was probably surprised. The maids, who had heard our son speak quietly, exchanged meaningful looks. I am sure they are curious as well. "Luke, your father is rushing to get to work. You can't simply ask—" "Mommy, that kiss only took a few seconds!" Luke makes a good point, but granting his wish was unnecessary. Lucas now appears dissatisfied. Well, it was not because of me. I am certain he is judging me. Perhaps he thought I was doing it, which is why he tightened his jaw. "Luke, please stop being so stubborn—" I was cut off as Lucas approached me. Because of the speed of the events, I had no idea what this quick kiss on my lips had done. My mouth stayed open. Luca
I decided to stay silent and not respond to what Lucas said. It should come as no surprise that I will lose in our debate. His way of thinking is incompatible with the point of view from which I would like to communicate with him. He also demonstrates emotional strength, and the law should be based on his words. I discreetly ate some food. I refrained from looking at Lucas again because I knew it would bring me to tears. I feel humiliated and unwanted. "Mommy, do you think we could play after our meal?" Luke asked me in the middle of our breakfast; I assumed he was still watching cartoons. "No, Luke. This is your first day back at school." Lucas had already responded to his questions before I could say anything. I pursed my lips. Even though I would like to agree with Luke's request. I now understand that the way Lucas expressed his thoughts on everything suggests that he, as his father, plays a fairly authoritative role in his life. Lucas is the type of man who says what he means,
As soon as Luke and his nanny walked out the door, I was enveloped in a deafening silence. While I was standing at the door, watching them get into the vehicle, I thought that I should just accompany them to send him to school, but they had already left the house. I am sure I will not do anything here in the mansion. Even though I stated this, if they wait any longer for me to change into new clothes, he may be too late for their classes. Luke was the one who got my clothes wet earlier and enjoyed it; now that he can, he looks very happy. "Bye, Mommy!" Luke's expression was priceless as he looked at me through the open window of the school bus. He smiled widely as he waved his hands. I responded with a hand gesture toward him. Don't worry, Luke. Starting today, I will be a responsible mother for you. Even if I cannot recall anything, I am going to try to make things right in my life. Let us make new memories where we are happy. "Bye Luke, see you later!" As the car sped away, I co
I went back to our room to consider what I had learned after taking one of the housemaids on a tour of the manor. I thought back on the few bits of information I had managed to lose. It is obvious that I used to be incredibly awful at them and everything. The cook attempted to send a snack after lunch, but I was so consumed with thoughts of all the things I had to get done that I found it difficult to sit down and enjoy the desserts. Is this who I really am? What if there had been a possibility to exchange one person's soul for another? And I am one of them? Is that even possible? I have a strong sense that I am not the real Adeline. The problem is, I do not know how to explain this to Lucas while I have his wife's face and ring. Personally, I noticed something out of the ordinary. If I were her, I would at least have an innocent heart. What if it turns out that you are indeed this woman? You are simply unable to acknowledge it because you have no recollection. I sighed and laugh