Mein Schatz

After the hectic gathering at the main building, Luna returned to her bedroom to rest for a while. After an hour of rest, she picked up her phone and scrolled through the internet.

For today’s news, her ex-husband’s younger sister, Sophia Martins, was always spotted in expensive restaurants and also joined the elites from Ashwood Preparatory Academy for a drink at the club.

And her ex-husband, Sebastian Martins, had fully established himself as the CEO of Nova Therapeutics and was living the life of his dreams, always making the headlines.

“Not for long, I will be back for you.” Luna zoomed in on his picture and studied his features. How dare he look so happy after he ruined her life? Next to him was his mother, Judy Martins.

The woman who had slapped her until she couldn’t feel her jaws anymore. This woman who stood there and assisted her kids in ruining her. “Oh, Judy, your family should enjoy the feast while it lasts. I will be back soon.”

She kept scrolling but didn’t find any news about Aiden. Hadn’t he arrived in Ashwood yet? Didn’t he go to Nova to recuperate the company and kick Sebastian out?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a call. The contact was registered as ‘Home security,’ so she connected the call.

“Hello, Miss Rose. Your friends Laeticia and Mira are here to see you. Should we let them through?”

Luna walked over to the French window but couldn’t see the entrance from there. She bit her lip and contemplated for a while. It would be unfair to send Calla’s friends away.

“Hmm, let them in.”

Then she ended the call and went downstairs to find Cecile busy reading a book in the sitting room. She walked over just as Cecile looked up. “You are awake.” Cecile dropped the book on the table as Luna sat next to her.

“Some girls, Laeticia and Mira, are on their way here.”

“Oh.” Cecile had completely forgotten to inform Luna about Calla’s social life. “They are Calla’s best friends, but it’s okay if you don’t want to meet them. I will let them know you need more rest.”

Luna thought for a while before she shook her head in denial. “You consider me as your daughter, right?”

She asked, and Cecile nodded without hesitation.

“Then Calla would be heartbroken if we shoved her friends aside. I don’t mind receiving them.”

Cecile nodded with a smile. “Then I will make some snacks, okay?”

“Madam,” Yana the maid walked in with two girls behind her.

One was about 5’6” tall with blonde hair, dressed in a long skirt and top. She smiled at Luna and waved, “Hello, Calla, I am Laeticia.”

“And me,” the one with short blue hair stepped forward, “I am Mira. We know you don’t remember us, but we don’t mind. We promised to be there for each other, and a loss of memory won’t take that promise away.”

Luna stood up and walked towards them. When she saw their text yesterday, she didn’t expect them to be these figures.

Laeticia was a famous songwriter who made a name for herself four years ago when she was fifteen, and Mira was the daughter of one of the founders of Lukewood.

“Hello,” she muttered, and they both jumped into her arms.

“Jesus, Cal, don’t ever scare us this way,” Laeticia sniffed her tears. Mira pulled her arm.

“Didn’t we promise not to cry?”

Laeticia threw Mira an apologetic look before they took a step back, giving Luna space to breathe.

“Okay girls, I will make some snacks, okay?” Cecile said, since no one noticed her presence. The girls slightly bowed, acknowledging her. “You girls go talk at the patio. Don’t try to make her remember anything, okay?” Cecile laid emphasis on the last words, and the girls nodded before they clung to both sides of Luna’s arm and directed her to the patio.

“You look so good, girl. No one could tell you spent a year at the hospital,” Laeticia laughed before they got comfortable on the patio, and Yana walked over with three glasses and a jar of natural juice.

“Hmmm, Mom made sure to take good care of me,” Luna answered and filled the glasses.

“I can imagine how hard it was for her. When she told us we couldn’t go in to see you, we instantly understood,” Mira took a sip before leaning closer to Luna. “But we are glad you are fine and I asked the family doctor. He said it’s normal for you to have amnesia because of the accident, but in no time you will regain fragments of your memory. Isn’t that assuring?”

“But it’s okay if you don’t regain your memory, we will gladly fill you in about everything,” Laeticia chimed in, and Luna nodded, reminiscing about the contact ‘Schatz’ who wrote her yesterday.

“Uhm… so you girls must know about Schatz.”

“Schatz?” they both muttered with furrowed brows; the name sounded strange to them.

“Did you meet anyone called Schatz?” Mira asked suspiciously. They didn’t remember Calla knowing anyone with such a name.

Luna pulled out her phone and showed them the messages from the said Schatz. Once they saw his profile picture, they both laughed in realization.

“Oh God, how could we forget?”

“After we went to Germany for a week and you heard that German man call his wife ‘Mein Schatz,’ you felt the name was really romantic and decided to use it on Dimitri.” Laeticia was the one who explained before her eyes widened. “Oh no, you don’t remember Dimitri, right?”

She scanned their surroundings before leaning forward. “You both decided to keep your relationship a secret from everyone.”

“Our relationship?” Luna knew where this was leading but she really wished Calla didn’t have a boyfriend because she didn’t know what to do with that information. Yes, she agreed to live Calla’s life fully but she couldn’t date her boyfriend.

“Hmm, Dimitri York is a national soccer player and has crazy fans, so you didn’t want the world knowing about your relationship. You insisted on keeping it a secret, even from your parents.”

Luna shut her eyes and leaned her head on the chair rest. She wasn’t a soccer fan but she knew a little about Dimitri York because teenage girls were always crazy about him.

“He showed up at the hospital countless times to see you, you know,” Mira’s tone became low and filled with sadness. She remembered how broken he has been these past months, knowing that Calla was in the hospital for a year.

“Uhm… we understand if you don’t remember him, but he is someone you loved so much, so I know once you see him, you will instantly feel something.”

Unless she wasn’t Calla—and Dimitri was just twenty. How could she ever feel something for a guy who was three years younger than her? And could she ever feel something for anyone?

She was betrayed by her first and only love.