(Lydia)My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper. Somewhere, a monitor was beeping intermittently. I could hear a man sobbing. It took me a second to realize that it was his voice.“Oh, Lydia, honey,” he wept, “Why won’t you answer me?”He continued to cry softly.Memories came flashing back to me – of us crashing into the side of the hill. I did not know how long I had been here but it was comforting to know that he was here, waiting for me, when I woke up.I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a white ceiling and the lights on it swayed dizzily.“Baby?” he gasped, walking up to me.I turned my eyes towards him.“Oh, thank God you’re awake!” he smiled and cupped my face in his hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks. I had never before seen a man so ecstatic.“I’m sorry,” I quietly said, “Who are you?”His face fell. He blinked, alarmed.“What?” he gasped, “Don’t you remember me? Lydia, honey, it’s me – Thomas!”I crinkled my brows. “Thomas, who?”He was astonished.Then, his shoulders
(Thomas)When I had gotten my memories back, I had also gotten reminders of Sarah.My friends and I had been returning from a basketball match. When I had reached my dorm, I had been surprised to find Sarah standing outside.She had been smiling and waving at me. I had greeted her the same way that I had always done. Sarah had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a side.“What are you doing?” I had laughed, confused.“You went out with Lydia last night?” she asked disapprovingly.“Why?” I asked, patting my neck dry with a towel, “I thought the two of you were friends.”“Oh, come on, Thomas,” Sarah had rolled her eyes, “I was only trying to be nice to her!”I had frowned. “What do you mean?”“Thomas, she’s a trashy gold-digger from nowhere! It doesn’t make sense for you to go out with her!”What? I had thought. My face had hardened.But she had continued on. “You should be going out with someone from the same social class as yourself. This is too weird. People are making fun of you!”
(Lydia)Thomas and I were back together … or so I had thought. The truth was that I did not exactly know where we stood. Once or twice, he had given me a small peck on the cheek or forehead.But it did not matter to me. I was physically drained and still recovering from the accident. It did not make sense to fixate too much on our relationship right now.I simply loved having him around. His presence had always inspired a sense of peace inside me. And that is exactly what it had been doing for all of these past few days. He visited me every single day.We would talk, eat, and watch television. He would read to me and play with the children. And that had been enough for me.But when I had seen Sarah’s name on his phone, a pit had formed in my stomach. Were they still in touch? Why had he not cut off contact with her yet?“She threatened my children,” I told him, “Back when she was still at the hospital. The day I ran into the two of you, you went back inside for a few minutes and left
(Ruby)Ever since the accident, the gossip columns and tabloids kept digging up stories about Lydia and Thomas.What was more, they had somehow learned about me as well. So, it was not just her that was under fire.Gallery to the Gossip Pages: Billionaire’s Ex and Her Sister, they read.Art Attack. Canvas Chaos.And the worst one so far … Billionaire Brats. That one was about the twins.I could not let Lydia find out about any of this. Nor, for that matter, could I confide in Thomas.The two of them had just begun a lovely reconciliation period after a trying time. Somehow, the press had gotten a hold of pictures of the twins. For Lydia to discover this would have been very distressful.I was actually concerned that her finding out would not only take a toll on her mental health but also wedge a rift between Thomas and her. So, I had been doing everything in my power to keep this news away from her.But, I had known that she would eventually find out. So, in my desperation, I had turn
(Thomas)I was driving over to the car mechanic. I had given him Lydia’s car a couple of weeks ago and he had called me today and told me that it was ready.“What’s wrong with it?” I had asked him when I handed it in, “The fuel tank light went on barely thirty minutes into the drive. It made no sense at all. We had gas.”The mechanic, Gustav, an old friend of mine, had leaned in and said, “Have you made any enemies recently, Mr. Lombardi?”I had scratched my head. “No?” I had said, “I don’t think so. Why?”“Well, someone damaged the gasoline pipe. It was clearly struck down on with great force, and not at an angle where it could have happened by accident.”I had gone pale. “Are you sure?” I had asked.“I’m positive, Mr. Lombardi,” he had said, “With my twenty years working with cars, I know when damage is intentional.”“Well, fix it up,” I had said. Gustav had nodded and gotten to work.***Now, as I thought about it, I had a horrible gut feeling that it was Sarah who had been behind
(Adeline)I walked down the dimly lit corridor, my heels clicking the stone floor. On both sides were black bars and prisoners in gray suits snored behind them. It was still very early on in the day; the sun had barely begun to climb.“Your recovery is going great,” the doctors had said, “your chemo appears to be very effective.”I had smiled and laughed. “It appears as though I’ve got a second shot at life.”I did not want to waste it.“You’re worthless!” he had said, hurling a fist at my eye. I had wept and sobbed, covering my bruising eye with both hands.“You’re a disgrace upon this earth!”“Why did you marry me then?” I had squealed, tears streaming down my cheeks and sobs escaping unbidden.He had narrowed his eyes and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t talk back to me.”I shuddered at the memory. Lydia had always asked me why I had not run but I had a very simple answer. When I had been a little girl, my father used to beat my mother. When I had started growing up, he had
(Lydia)I placed my fingers on his lips, feeling his warm breath running through my hand.“Not yet,” I said to Thomas.“Why not?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer.Every single atom in my body wanted to give in. I shut my eyes, embraced the feeling, and then looked up at him.“Because we still haven’t completed our new first date,” I said. There was a twinkle in my eye. I was giddy with happiness. And I had already forgiven him. After all, losing his memory had not been his fault. But that did not mean that I was going to make the journey back to me as simple as crossing the street.He needed to work hard for it and make up for everything that I had been through.“When do you want to do it?” Thomas said, “The first date?”I smiled and then looked back down at my cup of ice-cream. I scooped up a spoonful and put it in my mouth,I let the moment stretch out between us.“When I get well enough to resume work,” I said, “we can go out.”“And when is that?” Thomas
(Ruby)I blushed again. My heart was pounding. Lydia looked softly at me.We had barely touched our dinner. Throughout the night, I kept staring at Jack. His eyes were burning, too.“Let’s get out of here,” he had said. I had taken his hand and we had scrambled to his car, laughing.Once home, I had tip-toed my way to his bedroom, pressing my hand against my mouth to suppress the giggles. He pulled the other one.As soon as Jack shut the door behind me, he had pushed me against it. I had wrapped my arms around his back, feeling his strength. And then we had started making out.I had started unbuttoning his jacket and he had flung it away, leaving me to put my hand up under his shirt, tracing his firm abs with my fingers. Jack had started kissing my neck. He had hoisted me up in his arms and carried me over to his bed.Smiling and blushing, we had removed each other’s clothes with the same delight that children unwrap candy bars.Flinging my heels away, Jack had put a pillow under my h