CHASING MY EX-WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Arabel's POVRight now, I wonder what it would feel like to have him remember me. To have him come hug me. Kiss me. Tell me how much he still loves me.Tell me that he remembers everything and that this is all just a silly prank to scare the hell out of me.I can't lose him to Eve again. Not again.Losing his memory is not as frightening as imagining how he would feel if he could only recall half of his memories, where Eve held a significant place in his life.What if he doesn't remember me? What if he never recalls our marriage or his mistake in divorcing me? What if he doesn't remember Daisy being his?With his gaze sweeping over me again, my heart picks up, and my breath grows deeper.Eve moves to his bedside and sits in, preventing me from seeing his face to determine if he recognizes me now or not.“Babe, I am Eve, and she is Arabella, your ex-wife. Can you believe she even pretended to be someone else? She lied to you by telling you she is Bella Portillo and not Arabel Cooper, s

Arabel's POVA movement wakes me up.Fluttering my eyes open, I lift my gaze to the open window, allowing sunlight to seep into the room and making it bright.Slowly, I sit up, only to connect my gaze with Richard.He's observing me. Sitting up in bed, making my heart stutter in my chest.His eyes narrow, raking all over me as he asks. “Did you sleep here all night?”His voice is not like the voice of the man I know. It's been a week since he woke up from his coma, and I hardly recognize him as Richard.It hurts.Mother persuaded me to stay back and come with him to the mansion. Maybe that will help restore his memory, but for over a week now, nothing has happened.Nothing is working.Not even having Daisy constantly around him. He was always watching her with smiles, but no form of recognition appeared in his eyes.He doesn't even recognize his own child.The more I think about it, the more I blame myself. The more I wish I could turn back the hands of time to change everything, Righ

Arabel's POVRichard is practically forcing me out on a date.But I have my own plans.We plan to visit places we have visited together, allowing him to experience the familiar sensation of having been there before.That would help him recover his memory. I know I vowed to confess my feelings for him the moment he wakes up, but I can't do that when he can't even remember who I was.My job right now is to ensure he remembers everything and makes a decision; whether he wants me or not.My decision was a result of all the unanswered questions that kept spinning in my head. Questions about what would happen when he remembered it all? The arranged marriage, the divorce, and having him chase me around the world again for a second chance?Would he still want that?Having to date him when he can barely remember who he was is just like taking advantage, and I don't want that to happen.I want him to remember me. Remember our child. Remember it all.Then we can take it to the next level.My bod

Arabel's POVIt is exhausting.Spending my time thinking of a future that seems far-fetched. Hoping for a new beginning with him.Each time I hope for something more, something bad seems to spring up.At first, I thought he had recovered his memory with that look on his face, but now I find out that the marriage Eve claimed was between them is real.How?Richard had been in the hospital since his accident. I have been with him all along, until now.How did that marriage happen?Was it before the accident?As I drive to Ashley's place, I keep fuming, fixating my eyes on the road so I don't lose focus.This is making me question my decision to be close to him, care for him, and even give him a chance when he eventually recovers his memory.Richard couldn't defend himself. He couldn't say anything until I saw the certificate in his hand.I don't need a soothsayer to explain what that means.The marriage is genuine.However, marriage requires both a man and a woman. A woman cannot be marr

Arabel's POVThe whole place is in pitch darkness, and I wonder why.I haven't been here in weeks, and I guess because of Richard's absence, the maintenance office might have been complacent.With a long hiss leaving my mouth, I flash on my phone torch, holding firmly onto Daisy as we ascend the staircase.“Mommy,” Daisy groans, and I pick her up immediately. She was already asleep at Ashley's, but the moment I picked her up so we could come here, she woke up.She was constantly asking me about her dad's health. As we drove here, I was sure to satisfy all of her curiosity.As soon as we are in front of the door, my gaze shifts to Richard's apartment while panting.Pity gnaws at my heart.I doubt if he even remembers living with her. With me as his next-door neighbor.When I sent him that message about spending the night here, I expected him to call to ask which penthouse, but he hasn't, and I assume he hasn't seen my message.I wonder what he is up to.Probably trying to rectify whate