The CEO's Amnesia Wife

Thea's Point of View

The heat of the sun and the breeze from the airplane greeted me as I strained to come down. Passengers descended one by one, and it got difficult for me to even pull my suitcase after that. Everyone had no idea I had arrived, and no one knew the plane I was on had landed because I had severed my relations with my family and friends a long time ago.

"Mmommy," my son called me as I smiled because the words were difficult for him to pronounce. He was one year and three months old, but he walked smoothly and straight.

I clutched his little hand with my left hand and the suitcase in the other. When I looked outside, I saw balloons with the faces of various cartoon characters like SpongeBob, Mickey Mouse, and other characters that he often watched on Television.

"Do you like that?" I asked as I lifted and carried him in my arms even though my hands were already numb. I should have scheduled someone to pick us up since Cray was heavy. He was not like he used to be when all I had to do was give him milk and he would stop crying.

He nodded, so we strolled up to the balloons. It had been two years since I'd been away from New York after what happened between me and Craig. It had also been two years since I learnt I have a child in my womb.

We approached the balloon vendor, and I purchased the balloons he requested. After he received it, he chuckled so loudly, and I couldn’t help but gape at his face. He got everything from Craig, from his blue eyes to his skin to the way he smiles. I couldn't quit thinking about my exhusband because he had left a mark on my heart for the past two years. I did nothing but wait for him to compensate during those years, even though I knew he would not look for us.

Even though he had not apologized, I had forgiven him.

We were about to hail for a taxi when a car suddenly stopped in front of us. Two guards jumped out and snatched my suitcase and planned to take Cray. Nevertheless, I hastily dodged him at the man and gave them a disturbing look.

‘I haven't scheduled someone to pick us up, so who are they?’ I thought then turned at the guards.

"Who the hell are you?" I gripped Cray hard and glanced at each of them one by one. Because of the size of their bodies and the fact that they were wearing sunglasses, they appeared to be gangsters. They didn't say anything and just opened the door and waited for us to get in.

"Take out my suitcase," I ordered firmly, but they didn't budge, and the car door remained open. After a while, I realized I had no choice except to find out who ordered it.

When I got into the vehicle, a familiar fragrance enveloped my nostrils. I gripped Cray firmly since I recognized the man who had ordered to pick us. ‘How did he know I was back home? I didn't notify anyone and even my best friend had no idea I was coming home.’

Even though I had always wanted to see him, I couldn't bring myself to approve of the racing horses and the butterflies that were playing on my stomach. I was not sure if I was prepared. I looked at Cray, who was looking at me intently, he even got the way his father looked at me… in the past.

When the car stopped, I saw a building that differed from his design development. It has expanded in size, and the logo has altered.

My embrace with Cray tightened as the guard pressed the button floor.

When the elevator buzzer sounded, it was as though my heart stopped beating. The guards left us and went down. The office was massive. That was better than my previous visit here.

As we walked to the desk, my heart stopped beating, and I took a deep breath because of the man sitting in the swivel chair while his back turned to us. As I was stunned, his deep voice echoed in my ears, “It has been years, mi amor. I have been waiting for your return, so so long.”

‘Am I ready to face him again? Or will the past haunt me?’

Thea’s Point of View

My life was a total mess right now. Today was the day of my wedding, which ought to be the finest day of my life—However, I was waiting here in the church to walk down the aisle. To marry a man I didn't even know.

The guests who were in close proximity to me were smiling and making odd wishes for me. God! None of them were people I know at all. There was nothing I could call it rather than the absurdity of this.

I made my way down the red carpet to the navy groom's suitclad man who was waiting for me. Now that I was in this position, I found myself longing for the loud debates my parents used to have on the drive home from work every night. Even though the only memories I had of them were of their disagreements, I still mourn them. I once had a dream that I would accompany my father as he introduced me to the man I would spend the rest of my life with. However, this was no longer a possibility.

The man extended his hands to me as an invitation, but the veil hid my face. I couldn't help but notice how dashing the man appeared as I glanced into his blue eyes and continued to observe. A navy suit, a beard, and boutonniere embellishments on his chest complete an elegantlooking hairstyle that was both trendy and timeless.

When I placed my hand on his palm, he helped me forward and we knelt at the church's altar. The priest began the ceremony before asking the man sitting next to me questions.

“Do you, Craig Holden, take Timothea Curtis to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and friendship, in strength and weakness, in success and disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?”

He first looked at me deeply with his blue eyes before answering, “I do.”

Priest then questioned me. I noticed the collective hush and the anxious glances of Mason, my stepbrother and his mom, aunt Joana.

“II do.” I was unconscious as large teardrops fell on the ground.

“Okay repeat after me,” continued Father, “I, Craig/Timothea, take you, Timothea/Craig, to be my lawfully wedded husband/wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

“And now, by the power vested in me by God, it is my honor and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.”

My veil was raised by Craig, who then delicately pushed his soft lips on mine as I shut my eyes.

“I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Craig Holden and Timothea Curtis Holden!”

Everyone clapped and gave their congratulations and in spite of the fact that we were now husband and wife, I was still perplexed as to why I felt driven to marry this billionaire whom I had never met before.

How exactly did events play out in my life?

“Thea! Are you happy that you are married now?” My aunt Joana Gordon and my stepbrother Mason came up to me and swiftly greeted me.

I just tried to put a smile on my face because, even though I don’t like to acknowledge it, I still have some bitterness against them despite my best efforts. They were one of the reasons I was forced to marry Craig.

“Don’t be depressed because your memory will return.” Aunt Joana stroked my hair, and then both of them turned to gaze at Craig, who was behind me.

When I woke up from my comatose state, I found out that the car I was driving had had an accident. But it wasn’t the only thing that took me by surprise; the thing that made me the most apprehensive was when Aunti Joana informed me that I would be forced into marriage with Craig. The people around me told me that Craig and I had been in a relationship for a long time, but I couldn’t recall, since I was suffering from memory loss.

When I expressed my reluctance to marry, they assured me that if I married him, he would revive the company that my parents had entrusted me with. They also briefed me that my mother and father had passed away.

Do you know what the funny thing is?

Auntie Joana was my father’s mistress and their son was Mason.

I didn’t say anything else, I would have gone back and greeted the rest of our visitors, but before I could walk away, I felt a warm breath in my ear and an arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Do you feel tired?”

My body tensed, but I was unable to speak due to the large number of people who were observing us. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to get acclimated to the way things are done here. When I turned around to face Mason and Joana, their lips were just slightly lifted.

As soon as I didn’t respond, he murmured in my ear once again.

“If you’re sleepy, we can go home to our new house and I’ll give you something.” If his voice could still be heard earlier, it is now almost impossible for others to hear him, since the steam of his tongue has penetrated my earlobe and curdled there.

Thea’s Point of view

I had a dry throat, yet I was still swallowing the saliva that had pooled there. I gave a hesitant nod, and we turned back without telling anybody what we were doing.

Because our wedding venue was on the beach, the two of us were still wearing the marriage outfit.

There was a lot of silence between the two of us while we were in the vehicle, and it seemed as if there was some suspense. And I feel like a rope is connecting us.

As soon as he parked his car in the garage, I was greeted by the warmth of his kisses on my lips. His tongue soon invaded my mouth, and he engaged in a battle of the tongues with me.

“Ngh… Mmmhh.”

Because of his seductive kisses, I was completely ignorant of the fact that we had just gotten out of the car. All I knew was that he picked me up as we walked toward the door.

While I am clutching his neck, he does not take his lips away from my neck.

Because my gown is so hefty, it’s possible that my weight is already overweight.

clack

Soon as the door opened and we walked inside it, he began to lower me while standing behind me.

In an instant, he ripped my wedding dress off my body till it was on the floor, then groped my chest. I didn’t make a move and rather let him lick the back of my neck till he was satisfied.

When he poked my nipples, he also bit the top of my ear and muttered once more into it. “Your nipples are extremely hard. It could cut some glass.”

“II’m just cold.” When I lied to him, I bit my tongue so that no more grunts could escape.

“Alright. I’ll make you feel warm.” He licked my nape again and pinched my nipples. “Your boobs dangle erotically.”

When I felt the huge and thick stick hitting me in the back, I turned to face him.

When he began rubbing it on my back, my body became utterly motionless.

“Stop humping my ass …”

“But I’m certain that if I do this, your coldness will be gone.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed himself even harder.

I bit my lower lip and didn’t answer. Just as I was about to let go of his tight embrace around my waist, I heard his zipper come down.

Because it was just the two of us, we could hear our every breath.

In the process of stripping down to my underwear, I felt his raw cock thrusting between my legs.

“Open your legs. I don’t want to take you by surprise, so I won’t put it in your hole right away. Let me borrow your legs.”

I stopped complaining and just followed his orders. The moment his soldier slipped between my legs, he promptly closed them and then took both of my hips in his hands

“Your hole’s wetness is dripping in your legs so I can grind it without any lotion.”

“Ah …” I covered my mouth.

I covered my mouth.

What is this sensation?

“Come on, baby. Close your legs tighter and you can shut your eyes too, so it will feel like we are really doing it.”

I feel his hardness striking my clitoris with each push he gives me.

“Haaah … Ughh.” He is rubbing in a good spot and electricity is running through my body.

“You are making a lot of noise now. Does it make you feel insane?” He kissed me when I moved my face towards him. “I’m delighted that I married you and claim you as my own.”

“Mmhh.”

As we were touching, he stepped away from me and withdrew his cock into the middle of my legs, and I could see his annoyed face.

“I don’t want to spend any of my sperm on something as pointless as this. My cock got dirty with your pussy juice. Aren’t you going to clean it?”

Thea’s Point of view

I’m not sure what kind of response I’ll have for him. My face was full of embarrassment as my body faced him and he could see the whole of it.

So, it came as no surprise to me when he dragged me up to the second floor, where our room was located. Because today is our honeymoon, there are no maids in the house, not even one. Craig said we couldn’t travel overseas because I wasn’t in good condition yet.

If I’m not well yet, why do they have to hurry up the wedding?

When we entered his room, he pulled me down, so I gave up my leg and knelt.

“Perhaps, if you suck me today, we won’t have sex because it’s obvious on your face that you don’t like what we’re doing.”

My cheeks flushed as I was not certain whether I should be glad about what was happening to us or not.

“Start now. Open your mouth.”

I did not adhere to his directions. I just sat around and kept my mouth closed. I can’t seem to get rid of the uneasy reaction I’m having to my face, but I can’t say that I’m dissatisfied with what’s going on.

“Why aren’t you moving? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to swallow dick as well?” He brushed his cock with my lips.

I tasted and smelled it. In the end, I could do nothing but open my mouth because there was nothing I could do. We are married, and as his wife, it is my responsibility to provide him with everything he desires. And I’m certain that if we don’t keep doing what we’re doing now, sooner or later something similar will happen.

“Roll it in your saliva, but don’t suck it yet, because it is a normal habit that you must kiss it before you devour it.”

I obeyed what he said but didn’t let him know that I didn’t really know what to do.

“Now, get your mouth full.”

Either he has realized that I don’t really know how it is done, or perhaps I don’t satisfy him that much because he hasn’t stopped teaching me how to do it. It’s like if I’m a dog that must be taught how to do what I’m supposed to do.

“Hmmp!”

When he shoved his crotch up my throat, I was struggling to take a breath. My nails were nearly completely embedded in his legs, and my whole body was trembling, my eyes were becoming white, and I was ready to give up.

He grasped my firm breasts once again and didn’t let go until they were completely squeezed. “You have turned into a cock expert. You have the image of a baby that enjoys sucking on a pacifier.”

I couldn’t answer because his dick was still in my mouth. My throat aches, and I get a weird taste in my mouth. I think that is his liquid.

“If you do nothing but suck me. Why don’t you also play with your nipples?”

I know in my heart that I don’t agree with what he is ordering me to do, but still…

I let go of his legs and slid his penis back into my throat, where I began squeezing my nipples with my finger. The pressure in my body increased as if I were tinkering with the flames of sensory experience.

I don’t like this but…

“Oooh…!”

“Wow, what a beautiful view. Deep throat me more.”

Every time I tickle my nipples, my lower part throbs, and it pulsates for reasons that I am unable to determine. He treated me as if I were a slave.

Every time he thrusts his cock down my throat, it becomes hotter and larger. If it manages to go inside my pussy… I might go crazy.

And pinching my nipples isn’t enough.

I dropped one hand and began massaging my clitoris.

I want to touch it.

No. I need to touch it. It’s aching.

I couldn’t calm myself down.

I don’t give a second thought to his reaction considering he is bound to see me.

I’m sucking him and masturbating my pussy at the same time.

It feels amazing, yet I’m humiliated by what I’m doing right now because I have no control over my body. I honestly want to burst into tears.

“I only advised you to play with your nipples. Why are you diddling yourself now? Hmm?” He immediately grabs my head and shoves his cock into my throat with a great effort.

Because it is pushing on my neck, there are tears accumulating on the side of my eye that I cannot wipe away.

“I’ve noticed that every time I am rough with you, you get more turned on.” He grinned and snatched my hair in front. “Open up. I’m going to shoot my loads inside your fucking mouth.”

“Oh… Anyway, go on. Make yourself cum with your fingers. I also want you to cum while I ejaculate inside your mouth.”

He stood and watched me put my two fingers into my hole, and I could already feel the hot and thick sperm streaming into my mouth before I even started fingering myself. The stuff that surrounded my tongue had the consistency of jelly.

“Damn!” He groaned.

Even though he finished ejaculating, I still didn’t remove his cock from my mouth.

“That is right. You suck every drop of water into my penis and balls.”

When I swallowed everything and removed my mouth—I suddenly fell to the floor.

“Did you swallow it?”

I nodded my head and lay down on the floor.

“That is enough for today. There are still a lot of days left for us. After you wake up, I will give you something.”

Because I had just closed my eyes, I was no longer able to comprehend what he was saying.

I’m not sure what he will give me, but I’m interested in finding out and seeing if he’s serious.

Nevertheless, before I could fully drift off, I felt him raise me up and I touched the soft bed under my feet.

Thea’s Point of view

I just woke up with a strong hand traveling down my tummy and the cold aircon wrapping around my body. When I cautiously opened my eyes, I found the gentleman peacefully sleeping next to me.

“Mmm…” He shifted a bit then hugged my stomach again.

I peeked outside and observed that it was a little dark. I didn’t realize that we slept that long.

I stopped moving as I recalled what had happened to the two of us earlier. I know it’s not the first time I’ve done that, but because I don’t remember anything, I feel like quadrupling the humiliation.

The moment I tried to withdraw his hand away from my torso so that I could get up and take a shower, since my body was still sticky, I was prevented from doing so by his suddenly waking up and pulling me further closer to him till there was no room between us.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to have to take a shower…” Because my voice was muffled, the sound of the air conditioner drowned out my words.

He was able to loosen my waist, which saved me from experiencing any more complications. Once my foot touched the floor, he gently pulled my arm again, forcing me to return to my lying position.

“Before you go, I will give you something.”

He was the first to come down while he was not wearing anything. Fortunately, the room was dark so I couldn’t see his whole body. However, I can see his shadow and the way his “army” swings in the dark. He walked over to the large white clothing cabinet while the two of us were just quiet.

He rummaged through the inside of his apparel and then he got dressed. In preparation for walking back, he switched on the light, and I was able to see the two phones he was carrying. He placed them in front of me, but I did not accept them. The distinction between the two phones, on the other hand, is unmistakable.

The white color has a lot of dried patches and broken screen, whilst the black color is brand new.

“Take those, please. The white phone is your old phone, and the black phone is your new phone. I’ve already saved my phone number there so that if I’m at the office and you need me, you can simply contact me.”

I accepted the cell phone from him and when he was about to turn around, I pulled him back to his position.

“Can you tell me who you truly are?”

“What do you mean?” He responded by asking me a question too. “Of course, I am your husband.”

“I get that, but… why isn’t that what my heart and mind are telling me? I I feel… I’m not familiar with you. The way I feel towards you is… “ The moment I looked at him and saw his sorrowful eyes, I knew I couldn’t say anything else.

Because I was still seated on the bed and my feet were resting on the bitterly cold floor, he knelt in front of me and kissed the back of my hand. He leaned on my knees as if he were praying. There was a blanket draped across my body, so he couldn’t see my bare chest and shoulders.

“Thea… Sorry if you are confused and you feel like I am betraying you, but please give me some time.” I couldn’t understand what he was saying since he was simply bending down and holding my hands. “Give me a little more time…”

“What do you mean?”

When he pulled my head back and kissed me on the forehead, I couldn’t complete what I was about to say. He pushed our foreheads together and then talked while our noses were near one another. “Just put your trust in me. All you must do is put your hope in me, please…”

I didn’t say anything, just nodded. Even though I had some reservations in my heart, someone told me that I should trust him.

“Take a bath, and I’ll make your dinner,” he said as he rose and kissed me on the lips once again.

I sat there and watched him go away until the door closed. I immediately went to the bathroom, carrying the old phone with me.

All I did was fill the bathtub with water and then lie down in it, staring at my cell phone. It seems to be brand new on the outside, but the dirt and shattered screen give it the appearance of an ancient vibe.

I attempted to open it, but the battery seemed to be down. When I was ready to give up, I tried it a second time and nearly jumped for joy when it opened. However, I was under the impression that I might uncover something here, but I soon realized that about half of the screen had turned black and that the password was still required.

In the end, I did nothing except sit back and let it all go. I just took a shower and soaked in water for almost an hour.

I just went downstairs when my stomach grumbled.

As I was heading down the stairs, I became conscious of the total quiet that pervaded the place. Because the lights are on, it is not frightening to look at.

I peeked into the kitchen, but Craig wasn’t there. I looked again in the living room, but he was still not there.

I walked outside to search for him when I became certain that I couldn’t locate him anymore. As soon as I went out the door, the brisk breeze wrapped around me, and I couldn’t help but listen to the insects buzzing around me.

After a period had passed and I had not been able to find Craig, I returned to the area of the second garden at the back of their house.

But my body almost stiffened when I heard his voice and what he said to whom he was talking to.

“No need to fret; I’ll keep it a secret from her.”

Thea’s Point of view

My body turned frozen in a few seconds before I decided to run. But before I could get away, I accidentally hit the vase with my foot, causing a loud thud on the ground.

When I saw that he had discontinued the phone call, I disregarded the shattered vase and dashed inside the house.

Nevertheless, before I could finally enter, I could not continue my walk when someone spoke behind me.

“Why are you outside?”

My pulse gets faster. I attempted a smile, but it seemed tense. I’m certain he would detect my anxiousness.

“I took a stroll around the neighborhood. I want to get comfortable with it since I’ll be living here from now on,” I laughed, but it was clearly uneasy.

He scrutinized my face in close detail. His eyes narrowed, which terrified me, since he may have discovered what I witnessed.

“Why are you pale? Are you alright? Do you continue to get a headache?” He wiped the sweat from my eyes and caressed my forehead.

I stared intently at him because I was uncomfortable with this treatment.

He took his hands away from my face while I averted his eyes. As soon as he saw I was hesitant, he hastily removed his hands.

“Oh.”

I gave him an apologetic look, but all he did in response was grin and tousle my hair. Did he like playing with my hair prior to my memory loss?

“Our dinner is now ready. Eat before it gets cold,” he grabbed my waist and assisted me one more. I would have removed his hand from me, but he spoke up.

“You are pale; you may fall. Please, this one alone, let me.”

Russian Pork Chops with Potatoes in Sour Cream Sauce were presented as the main course. Craig discreetly chopped his pork, following which he switched our plates.

“Why?” I asked. He doesn’t need to do this.

He didn’t say anything and just carried on with what he was doing. No one talked to us. I watched him and thought about what I had heard earlier.

“Thank you,” I couldn’t help but express my gratitude.

He came to a complete halt, and he was about to turn to look at me when his cell phone rang loudly on the dinner table.

Until the phone stopped, he looked at it in silence for a long time. He was just about to start putting the food on his plate when the phone went on again.

I took a deep breath before speaking.

“Why aren’t you answering that? I’m guessing you didn’t try to cheat, did you?” I triggered.

He clenched his teeth before picking up the phone and answering the call. I had a smile on my face. That demonstrates how powerful the term wife is.

“What?” he said on the phone, his voice firm.

A long, deep sigh came from him as he tightly closed his eyes. He rose to his feet and placed his hand over the phone’s speaker.

When he was about to come out of the kitchen, I asked. But my eyes still looked straight at where he was sitting earlier, “How important is that and why do you still need to get out?”

I proceeded to chew my meal as a means of showing that it didn’t disturb me.

“I’m sorry, but it’s a really important matter. Let’s talk after I answer this. Eat your dinner.”

He strolled out the door without a word.

I finished eating, but he still did not come back, so I went upstairs and entered the bedroom. I had fallen asleep while waiting for him, completely unaware of it.

When I felt someone kiss my forehead and caress my face, I cautiously opened my eyes.

“You’re back, what did you talk about and did it take you so long?” My question faded. Well, perhaps because I got tired easily and drowsy.

“It was only an old classmate and we chatted about business,” he said as he caressed my hair and cheeks, “did you wait for me?”

“Uhhmm.”

My attention was drawn to him by his little chuckle, yet there was a tinge of melancholy in the air till I was fully asleep.

When the sun’s rays reached my face, I sprang out of bed. Craig was having coffee on the balcony of the room and reading a newspaper when I got up. It seems to me like I am quite familiar with him when I look at him from a distance.

When he placed the newspaper down, our gazes locked on one another.

He waved at me and motioned with his hands for me to come closer to him. I walked through the glass door and took a seat in front of him.

“Good morning, honey,” he said as he welcomed me with a mischievous grin.

“HHoney? Aaren’t you getting chills from what you’re saying?” I stroked the sides of my two arms, as though the skin hair on my arms were rising. My back, neck, and head were all scorching from the heat, and he simply broke into laughing.

“Anyway, we need to go to the store so you can pick out a nightgown for later,” he said with a serious expression on his face once he stopped laughing.

“For what?”

“ A Corporate Appreciation Event will be held later in the year. They extended an invitation to all company owners to attend. If you don’t want to and you still aren’t able to, we can put them on notice.” He clasped my hand as he took it in his.

I spaced out for a long time and it occurred to me that perhaps someone could help me recover my memory.

It was precisely eight o’clock in the evening when we arrived at the event.

“Does it stand to reason that the disagreement over Mason and who would succeed the Paragon Corporation was the root cause of your accident, Miss Thea?”

As soon as we got out of the vehicle, a swarm of paparazzi swarmed around us and snapped shots of us. There were other reporters there who wanted to know what had happened to me. Craig threw his arm around my waist as I turned my attention back to the reporter who had piqued my interest in the first place.

Paragon Corporation is my company and why is he connecting it to my accident? And why is my brother’s name involved with that issue?

Thea’s Point of view

The hue of the light inside was purple, and we were surrounded by black drapes and spotlights in addition to the magenta lighting. Because of the presence of entrepreneurs and investors who are discussing their firms, the event seems to be beautiful.

What I was wearing at the time was a cocktaillength puffy dress with a cut on the legs, which I coupled with a black heel and a feathery white purse with a little silver hand hold. Craig was dressed formally in a cocktaillength black suit with a matching black bow tie.

With each passing minute, more and more people approached Craig and shook his hand, until they asked him to the other table so that he could introduce himself to other corporate executives.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave my wife,” he reminded them.

I shook my head because I didn’t want to be a burden to him taking advantage of the chances that were presented to him at the time. “No! Go there and come back; just make a beeline for me where the food is in the queue.” I pushed him towards them so that he would be unable to say no any longer.

Because he had already departed, I proceeded to the area where the meal was.

While I was eating sushi, a woman tapped me on the shoulder.

When I turned around to see who it was, someone was excitedly hugging me. I let her stay with me and waited for her enthusiasm to subside before gradually separating her from me.

“Sorry?” I looked at her with a puzzled face.

She smacked herself on the back of the head before declaring, “Of course! You’ve forgotten everything that happened to you.”

She smiled again. “I’m Megan Thompson! Your best friend, without a doubt! You! You’ve made me feel alone! You didn’t even tell me you had a boyfriend, which I thought was odd. If you hadn’t been involved in an accident, I wouldn’t know! It had been a long time since we had seen one other!” she whimpered at me.

“Pardon?”

“Haa! You kept the fact that the Rach Group’s CEO is your lover a secret. Shortly after your accident, your demonic aunt Joana and your pretentious angel stepbrother reveal that you are intending to be married and that everything is set for you. Unfortunately, it has been postponed for a few weeks due to the fact that you have been in a coma.”

How could she have been uninformed? Aunt Joana informed me that I had known Craig for a long time and that I had been in a relationship with him.

When I peered at Craig, I saw that he was also staring blankly directly at me.

“What exactly is going on?” I muttered under my breath.

When we returned home, I worked on closing the gap between Craig and myself. He’s not saying anything and is just staring at the mirror that was still in place in the middle of the cabinet. I walked up behind him and glanced in the mirror in the same way. We are in the room now; he is unbuttoning his polo.

“What were we like as boyfriends and girlfriends, Craig?”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows met as he returned my question.

Even after all this time, I still remember what Megan said. After all, she was the one I trusted. How could she have been ignorant that Craig was my lover? I mean… she said we are best friends…

“II mean, what was it that we used to do all the time back then? Wouldn’t it be better if I knew, so that I could help my memory restore as rapidly as possible?” I used my fingertips to ease the strain on my shoulders.

“We were happy then,” he replied, staring at me in the mirror as if he had memorized every aspect of my body and face before responding, “For us, if we care for each other, it is enough because we were miserable back then and we felt that no one would listen. Having one another’s shoulders and ears to lean on can alleviate the agony of life for us both. That’s the feeling we have.”

He glanced down at the floor, then lifted his face again before turning to face me. “It’s time to sleep. It’s already beyond midnight. Staying up into the wee hours of the morning is detrimental to your health.”

He grabbed my arm and took me towards the mattress. He was ready to put me down on the bed, but I held his hand and pulled him back.

“In that case, please answer one of my concerns…. Were you introduced by one to one of my friends while we were still together?”

“No,” he said emphatically, without hesitating.

“Why?”

“You said that you would ask just one question. According to the doctor, you cannot push information into your brain at an early stage.” As he lectured, he sat me down on the bed, “ and he told me that anything that activates your memory might cause you to collapse.”

He was about to leave, but I pulled out the white Tshirt he had just worn.

“Where are you going to sleep?” He is my spouse and the one who is responsible for me.

“In the other room, don’t worry, it’s just next to this room.”

“Wwhy? I read on the internet that the pair is required to sleep in the same bed together.” Because I didn’t want him to see my response or feel the discomfort, I turned my gaze away from his.

“I was under the notion that you didn't want to stay next to me because you couldn't remember who I was. Are you sure? Is it alright for me to sleep here?"

I shrugged my shoulders to indicate that there was no case. Who knows what will happen? Perhaps this was not the only thing we did before. I was instantly wrapped in bodily shame as soon as the thought of such a thing entered my consciousness.

He lay down next to me, wrapped a blanket around me, and hugged my stomach. At such moments, I didn't feel alone in my thoughts. With each sand slide in the hourglass, I get more and more comfortable with him, and I feel protected. As I closed my eyes, the thought that ran through my head was that the woman I had seen earlier at the gathering may have been only a guest of honor.

Yeah. Let's not think about it.

Thea's Point of View

I tossed my body to one side since, even though I promised myself that I would forget about it completely, the thought still won't leave my head.

It's impossible for Aunt Joana to tell me a lie, right? Because of the accident that happened to me, she and Mason are the one who are currently running the company.

To be honest, I was hesitant to entrust it to them because it caused an issue. People gossip that Aunt Joana was daddy's mistress, and Mason was the consequence of their illicit relationship.

There are also rumors about her that she worked at the firm as a secretary of my dad in the past to have her way to be the mistress. I have heard many more but I want to trust them because I don't know where I should go to get the real answer or the reality about what happened before my memories have gone.

After my car accident, when I came to my senses in the hospital, I assumed that aunt Joana was either my mother or my father's sister.

They also said that I had been seeing Craig for a long time and that they had known him for a long while, even while my parents were still living. So, they had no objections to the plans for my wedding since they were acquainted with Craig. Consequently, I do not know who to trust; I get the impression that there is something fundamentally wrong with this marriage.

My brain hurt as one dubious occurrence after another rushed into my mind, and I began to question whether or not I was still sane.

And a reporter questioned the same thing earlier: if the reason for my accident was because of who the next successor was.

There are too many holes that became puzzling that I don't know how to solve Including the lady whose name was Megan.

How the hell did she not know that Craig was my boyfriend before he became my husband? She claimed she was my best friend, doesn't that mean that our secrets should be shared to each other?

Not only that! Plus the call that Craig made to an unknown person on the phone the other day.

'No need to fret; I’ll keep it a secret from her.'

What's the secret behind those words?

Because the concept was giving me such a severe headache, I decided to disregard everything initially. In addition to that, I recalled that the supply of my prescription was getting out of stock.

I moved my body again so that I could look across at Craig as he was sleeping peacefully.

I slid my finger over the tip of his pointed nose. His appearance was so endearingly innocent, like that of a little kid.

'So beautiful...'

My attention then turned to the light pink color of his lips. After staring at them for a long time, without a second thought, my head deliberately moved and then gave his lips a quick, yet tender kiss.

It seems like a familiar feeling. I lay my head to his chest and the warmth of his body suddenly dragged me to sleepiness.

The chirping of the birds, the ray of the sun that comes through the window hits my eyes.

As I woke up, I found that Craig was no longer at my side.

"So... he left." I sighed.

Knock Knock

I was startled when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"I thought he already left?" I questioned myself, rose up and was ready to step towards it when it immediately opened.

"Leah." An enthusiastic voice called me and I couldn't believe it when I saw Aunt Joana standing there.

She gave me a kind grin before entering the room, which I hadn't yet extended an invitation to, and sitting down on our bed.

I felt a little annoyed but I didn't complain. I just stared blankly at her while she looked around.

"Why did you suddenly come here?" I asked.

"Don't you like me here?"

Aunt Joana smiles, pats the side of bed where she was sitting, and motions for me to come and sit down.

I gave her a poker face.

When she realized I don't plan on sitting down, she rummaged through her purse.

After that, she raised out a clear container containing red pills.

"Here."

She is presenting it to me, but I merely look at it with question marks all over my face.

She grabbed my hand and opened my palm when she saw that I had no intention of accepting it.

She spoke with a smile in the corner of her lips but I could see that the smiles were not genuine, "I found out that your medicine is running out of stock, so I asked Dr. Santos about what kind of pills you're taking."

"You really shouldn't be concerned about it any more. I'm fine because Craig could assist me in going to the doctor."

Her demeanor changed to one of agitation and restlessness.

"Uhm... Thea. Can I ask you something?"

"What?" I inquired uncomfortably, as if something were troubling me.

"I really wish I could handle your medication for you. I want to make amends for the wrongs I've done to you and your family in the past. Could you just refrain from telling Craig about it?"

Even though more and more ideas were going through my head, I didn't bother to think about how they related to my aunt Joana.

I smiled at her because I'm not convinced with everything that spilling out of her mouth, "Sure! But, Aunt, I wish I could have known how Craig and I met."

I watched her eyes widen, and despite the fact that the air conditioner was on, there were a few beads of perspiration on her forehead.

“Wwhy?”

I rose up and placed the medication that she had given me in the cupboard, "I want to know our past in case my memories take too long to come back."

I take my time putting the medicines, so that she won't see any signs of mistrust on my part.

I was able to see in the mirror how her eyes moved with anxiety but still have the energy to respond, "Sure! When we get together again, let's go out and have some coffee. Let's speak about this at a later time."

"MMason and I still have a lot of work to do with the business right now because of the impending merger between your firm and Craig's company."

Almost immediately, she sprang to her feet and planted a kiss on my cheek. I haven't had the opportunity to say my goodbyes just yet since she has already departed.

When she was hurrying to lock the door, she came dangerously close to falling down.

"What's your secret.... Joana Gordon. And what's going on between you and Craig..."

Thea's Point of View

After aunt Joana departed, Craig's car arrived.

A smile escaped my lips as I raced out to the balcony to meet him, and as I did so, I saw him step down from his black Ford GT.

I crossed both of my hands as I rested my head and back against the door. While staring at my husband, I could not help but be puzzled as to why Aunt Joana would say anything like that.

Without my consciousness, Craig first came over to greet me. He kissed my head and then gently pinched both of my cheeks. I felt secured every time he wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head.

After the honeymoon, we have never have any sex interaction nor even kiss. Except the night I secretly kissed him.

Because of that, it seems as if I'm treating him unfairly.

I gulped and stared intently at his dark eyes and hurriedly gave him a kiss on the lips and then quickly looked away because I was embarrassed.

When a fire spread over my face, I turned around and marched inside. He tensed up like a tree stump just as I could feel him following me.

To my fourth step, he grabbed my arm, held it tightly, and I could see his eyes full of shock and amazement.

"What does it mean, Thea?"

I gazed at the white floor and bit my lower lip before replying, "I read on the internet that a woman should kiss and welcome her husband every time he returns home from work."

He slowly released his grip on my hand while maintaining an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

In a fit of rage, he clamped his lips together and tightened his jaw. I raised my head to make eye contact with him. Is he becoming irritated with me because I incessantly use the term "internet"?

“Why?”

"I just thought that you— Nevermind," he didn't complete his line, and merely messed up my hair.

I removed his large hand from my long brown hair and it fell to the side. He did nothing except chuckle and placed his arm over my shoulder for the whole conversation.

While he was walking me into the kitchen, he questioned, "Have you already eaten?"

“Nope.” I walked up to him and grabbed his hand from where it had been lying on my shoulder so that I could play with it.

“Why?”

"Aunt Joana visited." As I informed him, I tugged his fingers and made them sound.

"What?!"

"Wait a minute! Ah!"

I was on the verge of losing my balance when he abruptly stopped and turned to face me.

"Why?"

"What's the matter with you?!" I got annoyed with his quick movements.

"Why is she even in this place?"

"About that... she gave me—"

I suddenly remembered Aunt Joana's instruction not to tell Craig, so I shifted my reason. "She didn't do anything more than ask how I was doing and provide some advice. I reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, and things have since been resolved."

He looked at me suspiciously but I just grinned at him and pulled his hand to sit at the table.

Fortunately, the food was already served and all we needed to do was eat. While he was silently slicing the food, I asked him. I acted like I'm interested.

"Craig, before the accident... Where am I at that time? How did the accident happen?"

He stopped slicing and turned his attention to me. While he continued to eat with his fork and knife in his hand, he chewed the meal carefully, as if he were trying to relish every bite.

After a moment of hesitation, he lets go of the knife and pork. In addition to that, he clasped both of his palms together and rested his elbow on the table.

"Even if I wanted to tell you, I'm not allowed to do so. I'm worried that you could black out during part of it, which would put you in danger. It has the potential to infuriate you."

Because I am sitting quite close to him. He took my hand and squeezed it really tightly.

Before I shared what had been occupying a significant portion of my thoughts for some time, I inhaled deeply.

"Why do I feel like you're not my lover? What gives me the impression that everyone is hiding something from me? Nobody has ever explained what really happened to me."

"Thea..."

"No... WWhy did we decide to get married? Why doesn't anybody fill me in on what's going on at the company? I simply forgot something, but I'm not naive! I'm not an idiot, and I haven't gone completely insane."

"You all are refraining me to do things like I am a disabled person. I could investigate, research, and get information too!"

Craig didn't respond but made a hostile expression.

"So, you still won't tell me, huh?" I chuckled without remorse.

When I couldn't take it, I stood up and sprinted away and up the stairs to the room.

Thea's Point of View

"Thea..."

I flinched when I heard the door creak and felt the bed sink as I was covered with a blanket over me. Even though I couldn't see it, someone embraced my whole body while he was lying down next to me. I didn't move, I simply let him.

"I'm sorry."

I kept quiet not because I was still angry, but because I couldn't fathom the reason he was apologizing in the first place.

Is it because I left or do each of them have something they don't want me to know about and don't want me to find out? It came to my attention that if I questioned them, they would switch the topic.

"Please give me some more time. Trust me, I'll tell you everything," he whispered in a strained voice as he crushed his head against my body even more tightly.

"Give me a little bit more time..."

I pulled the blanket away from my body and stared at him. He is similar to a little kid who apologizes to his mother and affectionately hugs her after making a mistake.

“Promise?”

"Promise." He responded despite having sleepy eyelids.

"I have a lot of questions, but I'll hold off on asking until you're ready to answer them all. If you still don't tell me anything after I gave you a long time, expect me to figure out a means to learn what took place in the event when I got in an accident... and what's behind the past that you want to hide."

"You have my word," he assured me while maintaining a solemn expression on his face. He looked at me for a considerable amount of time before his attention was drawn to my lips.

He brought his face closer to mine and kissed me after moving in closer. His lips and his breath both brushed my left cheek. He opened my mouth for me with his tongue.

My pupils dilated, and I gave him a stern shove in the other direction before I gasped.

When I finally had a chance to take a breath, he went in for another kiss. I forcefully shut both of my eyes. This time, it seemed as though he was intentionally attempting to tease me with every motion he made with his lips.

"Open your mouth.”

I followed his instructions and because of the way my mind is working, I get the sensation that I am now inside a dream. It feels like I'm soaring.

I fell into the bed as a result of the force with which he had been kissing me. He lifted my shirt up to my chest and ran his palm over my flesh before crawling it down.

The warmth moved swiftly throughout my whole body.

When he licked the back of my neck, I let out a few muffled groans.

"Mmm. Ah."

I didn't give a damn that it was the middle of the day or the other maids could hear us, all I wanted was to release the ecstasy that was embracing my whole body.

He sucked my neck and toyed with my nipples. I elevated my right leg as my hands were on his back.

While the two of us were still lying and gasping for each other's skin, a loud ringing sound emanated from Craig's pocket.

Even though he didn't appear to care about my lusty side, he continued to toy with my chest, which aroused me more. I can feel myself oozing "down there" with his swollen soldier pushing between my legs despite the fact that he is still wearing his pants.

bzzt bzzt

When it buzzed once again, he finally came to a halt.

"Craig —"

"Wait a moment."

Craig came out before I even had a chance to question him.

'Joana Gordon? Why does she feel the need to contact him?'

If she wanted anything from Craig, she could have let me know sooner and saved us both some time. I don't understand it.

As I was thinking about it, I recalled what he had said the previous day when he also received a call from an unknown person.

The phrase that he spoke on that particular day is stuck in my brain like glue.

“No need to fret; I’ll keep it a secret from her.”