All Chapters of The Forgotten Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I heaved a sigh as I watched them walk away. Finally I was going to be able to relax and find my way out of a maze. I took in a very deep breathe before I opened the windows to allow in fresh air and finally closed it when I felt I was stable enough to listen to myself think. I went back to my seat and sat down without saying a word. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would be able to remember. I did remember something, a remember that I felt a touch and just like that I was in a maze again, a different warm hands leading me. The scent was oddly familiar and then just like that I could remember where I had perceived it before. It was the same scent that Raye had whenever I bent down to kiss her neck. I smiled. At that point, maybe I was being paranoid or maybe what I saw and felt was as a result of grief, trauma or maybe it even came as a result of Margot constant manipulation. Maybe that was what it was. I peeled my eyes open, somehow I was managing to convince myself that this w

I tried my best to stay away from Raye till I got a response back from my guy, but everyday that I allowed pass me by without me seeing her felt like a huge mistake, like I was allowing history to repeat itself. I even avoided meetings with her and that was not in my style. My heart ached, raced whenever I heard someone mention anything close to her name. For three days, I tried my best to stay without seeing her and for three days it felt like I was living a life of slow torture. I yearned to know what her face felt like again, yearned to see what she had on for the day. I almost convinced myself to hire a man that would tail her and report her every movement to me but I didnt want to go down that psychotic road. I was happy with just looking at the camera footage that I had bribed her security man to be sending my way at the end of everyday. Watching that footage was the only highlight of my day, the only thing I truly looked out for and loved when it happened. Everything else fe

The footage opened to a hospital corridor, timestamped 10:17 PM. I made sure my eyes were scanning through every single detail that the video contained. I didnt know and i didnt know when but I could tell that this video was going to hold secrets of what happened to me the night of the fire and I was going to get a great deal of information to help my cause at the end of the day. The quality of the camera was not so great but it was just enough. As the video kept playing, I saw myself walk into the footage but I wasnt walking normally. When I looked deeper, I could see it all. I lokked bloodied, like I was barely conscious. I couldn’t remember any of that actually happening so I made sure that I watched with so much curiosity and keen eyes for details. I didnt move on my feet, I was actually being wheeled into the emergency ward. I could see that I just was not thinking straight and I was in between life and death really. Before I could say a word, a nurse called for assistance and

I tried to fight the truth but it kept looking me in the face every single time. The only thing that made me feel some sort of relief was the fact that this young man that I had paid had not ended the call on me. I knew I could not be alone at a time like this, I didnt even want to be alone at a time like this and all that truly mattered to me was finding a way to get rid of this damning feeling in my soul. Deep down, I knew that Blake was saying nothing else but the truth but it would seem like the only reason I struggled to believe it was that his opinions made it seem like Raye was back for some sort of revenge, and I could not see her in that lightI had feelingv that were running deep for this particular woman and I could not see her as anything but another individual who loved me. But I guess that is what he said Amara felt for me. But if Amara was truly Raye, then why did she come back? What was her goal. For a moment, it felt very stupid for me to even think about what she c

That night, I could not sleep, hell I could not even eat talkless of speaking. All I could think about was the kind of mess I had somehow gotten myself into, all that came to my head was just how messed up the whole situation had somehow gotten. When exactly did it get this bad between my mother and I? Why did she behave like such a monster to me? Was I so bad of a son that she would do anything just to frustrate me and make sure that my plans all fail? None of these made any sense. I did everything that this woman ever asked for. I did everything just to make her happy but it seemed like she was more concerned about me doing things that did not fit into who I am, into my nature. And when I said no to these things, she would use the most cruel way she could think of just to get them done. It didnt make sense to me why she always acted that way, it didnt make sense to me why she would go the extra mile to hurt me in that manner. Was I such a bad child to her?Because of her, I had hu