Dr Tony was taking off the bandages wrapped around Lillian's face. He worked with dexterity as he pulled on the bandage. It's been five weeks of waiting since after the surgery.
"You will feel numb around your face when the bandages come off, but it shouldn't alarm you. It's normal and the feeling will wear off in a moment." Tony explained as he unwrapped the bandage. Sam Knox stood by the corner of the room, his heart racing and his eyes shone with fear. He was eager to see the result of the surgery and yet, uncertain how Lillian would react to her new face. Lillian had only been able to communicate by nodding whenever she was spoken to. The bandages had prevented her from speaking. So they had not been able to have a real conversation with her. Tony had said that the chances of Lillian remembering anything about her past was very slim. But Knox couldn't shake off the fear that she would remember her past life. It would be a disaster if that happened. Tony finally removed the last of the bandages to reveal her face. Knox choked on a suppressed sob. He was staring at his daughter. That's what he felt. Ashley was back and the thought tugged at every one of his emotions. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to move nearer. "There you go. Good as new." Dr Tony remarked with a warm smile. "There is no indication of an accident. No scars at all." Instinctively, Lillian raised her hand to her face. Her fingers traced over the silk feel of her skin, her eyes peeled on Tony's smiling face. "Do you want to see it?" Tony asked her. His right hand stretched out behind him. The nurse understood Tony's meaning and immediately placed a mirror on Tony's opened palm. Tony held the mirror, his eyes lingering on Lillian. He raised the mirror up to her eye level when she gave him a slight nod indicating her consent. A gasp escaped Lillian's lips as she stared in the mirror. A tear slipped down her cheeks. Her reflection was mesmerizing. She was beautiful and she loved it. "You don't like it?" Tony inquired, a tinge of fear in his voice. He wondered if he may have been wrong on his diagnosis. She may have remembered her past. As slim as the chances were, one in a hundred patients tend to break all the odds. He wondered if Lillian was that 'one' By the corner, Knox's heart beat against his chest as though they would jump out any moment. He was trembling with fright, praying and wishing he would be shown mercy and have his daughter returned to him. He didn't mean to wish ill on anyone but he wished this lady seated before him forgot her past. "I'm beautiful. I love it" Lilian said in a whisper and more tears slipped from her eyes. Tony let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The suspense was killing and Knox was not immune to the tension. A deep sigh escaped his lips when Lillian confessed to loving her face. That done, there were bigger issues at hand. Tony glanced over to Knox and Knox gave a subtle nod of approval urging him to continue. "I'm glad you like it." Tony said with a smile. Lillian looked at Tony's face, wondering if his smile ever disappeared. Tony continued. "That said, I'd like for us to move on to more pressing matters." Lillian watched him. Anticipation clothed her eyes. She wondered what he was going to say next. "What is your name?" Tony gently asked. The question, so simple yet so difficult. Lillian thought, her gaze still resting on Tony's face. She focused and tried to respond but surprisingly, she was blank. Nothing was forthcoming. She tried again. Her brain seemed to be inactive, unresponsive. Her breath hitched as she tried to focus. Her head hurt from the strain. She shut her eyes to remember. Still, nothing was forthcoming. She began to tremble. Tears pooled in her eyes. She felt incompetent. She raised her teary eyes to Tony, again settling her gaze on him. "What is your name?" Tony repeated. His voice echoed in her head loudly. The sound grew, grew until it got too loud. She felt a sharp pain explode in her head and spread its venom over it. Her hand instinctively went up to her head in an attempt to shut the noise and stop the pain. She winced as her head began to feel light, empty. She felt herself falling, slipping again into the familiar darkness. She tried to fight it, but it was too strong and she was too weak. Finally she gave in, letting the darkness take over. "Will she be alright?" Knox's worried voice asked over Tony's shoulders. Tony and the nurse were bent over tucking Lillian into a comfortable lying position. Lillian had lost consciousness during the drill. "Let's talk in my office." Tony said to Knox. He turned to the nurse, dished out a few instructions before leading the way for knox to follow. They had barely entered the office when Knox spoke again in agitation. "Tony, talk to me. Will she be alright?" Tony walked round his table and settled into his seat before responding to Knox. "She is fine Knox." "Then why did she faint? She was in so much pain before she lost consciousness." Knox's worried voice filled the room. "That is normal. I told you what could happen after the surgery. Right now her memory is still a fog." Tony explained. "So she doesn't remember?" Knox's tone didn't relent in anxiety. "I can't tell you…" Tony was interrupted before he could finish. The nurse had burst into his office with urgency. "She's awake, doctor. And she's asking for you." The nurse announced. Tony had a surprised look on his face. "That was fast." He remarked and was already on his feet following the nurse. Knox had stood up immediately after the nurse's announcement and he didn't remain in the office either. "You should be resting." Tony instructed when he entered Lillian's ward. "I don't know." She said anxiously. "You don't know what?" Tony asked in confusion. "I don't know my name." Lillian explained. Tony and Knox shared a look. Their suspicions were confirmed. "You're Ashley. Ashley Knox." Knox quickly interjected in a teary voice. His eyes instantly became filled with love and warmth. He had what he wanted. Lillian's eyes settled on Knox for the first time noticing the man. She examined him with scrutiny. And when she locked eyes with him, she repeated almost in a whisper. "I am ASHLEY KNOX.""Yes." Knox nodded at her. "Yes. You are Ashley Knox." He reiterated with tear filled eyes. "You are my Ashley.""You are my daughter." He announced with tearful glee. She watched him move near her. Uncertainty flooded her gaze. She looked up at Dr Tony whom she inexplicably had a measure of trust in. Tony sensed her insecurities and he understood them. He had seen it a thousand times, patients waking up to memories of their life snatched away from. Knowing nothing. Remembering nothing. The feeling was depressing. He nodded silently at her, consenting to the information she had just received.She turned her gaze away from Tony to regard Knox who had stopped in his tracks. Her countenance had not been welcoming causing him to pause."You are my father?" She inquired.Her innocence burst open the flood gates of Knox tears. He shook violently, collapsing on the bed on which she sat. She suddenly felt guilty. He was her father and she didn't know him. She imagined how that must hurt. S
"Don't worry, you'll meet him soon." DJ assured. He couldn't remind her that he hadn't spoken to or seen his brother in a very long time. He didn't have a good relationship with his family. He thought he would tell her, but later.Ashley peeled her eyes on him, watching him intently. She wanted to read his reaction to the question she was going to ask next."Was I good girlfriend to you?"DJ grinned. Contentment brightened his gaze. "You are the very absolute best girlfriend ever! In all my dating years, I've never met someone like you." There was pride in his voice. Pride and love. So much love."I'm the happiest to have you back." He stood up from the settee and moved to the bed. He knelt before her and took her hand in his. Staring into her eyes, he poured out his heart. "I love you Ashley."She stilled. His confession a huge surprise. "I don't know what to say."He smiled, his eyes never left hers. "It's fine. Take your time. Take all the time you need. I don't mind courting you a
Ashley laid on her bed in the dimly lit room, eyes wide open and fixated on the white ceiling. Sleep had traveled far from her.The events of the day replayed in her head. The new faces she had met and didn't know; her stepmom, her step brother and her fiance.How could she not remember her fiance? She must have loved him enough to want to be married to him, but now she didn't know him. He was a stranger to her. She recalled the hurt in his eyes. As much as he tried to mask it, she sensed it. How could she forget those eyes that looked at her with so much love?She scoffed. She didn't even remember her father. The man who had birthed and raised her. The man who seemed to love her more than anything else. Everything was a mumbo jumbo.Nothing made sense to her. She felt like a child seeing the world for the first time. She wished to return to the hospital. At least there, no one expected anything from her. No one seemed pained that she couldn't remember them.Even her cabin at the ho
“Who was that?” Rachel asked over her shoulders as she stood before the mirror, putting on her jewelry.The full length mirror reflected her image, doing its job just as it did while Lilian occupied the room.As they had discussed, she and Bruce had gotten married at the city hall. It was a quiet wedding with only family members present as they were trying to keep away from the press.The vile woman, Rachel, didn't hesitate to take over Lilian’s room. She had immediately erased all traces of Lilian. It was as though Lilian had never lived there as Rachel redecorated the entire space to her taste.From the corner of her eyes, Rachel could see Bruce's reflection as he approached her with a smile plastered over his face. He was dressed up neatly in a black suit and ready for the evening's event.He reached her in no time and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulders and she watched him from the mirror with curiosity, waiting for an exp
Ashley's eyes were big and graced with dark circles by the morning when she stepped out of her room. DJ was seated in the living room, idly waiting for her. He smiled once he set his eyes on her descending the stairs. “You’re awake.” “Did you just arrive?” She asked as she approached him. “No. I've been here awhile. I was told you were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up.” He replied with tenderness. She hadn't been asleep. She had stayed awake all through the night unable to sleep, pondering over what Paul had told her. It had been difficult for Ashley to convince Paul that she really couldn't remember a thing. He was convinced that she was only pretending. It made her wonder what kind of life she had lived before she got in the accident. She thought it was absurd that she had been sleeping with her step brother. But she didn't tell him that. She dared not. Not when he was already fuming over her rejection. She was more than grateful that he didn't try to force
The hall was filled with people glamorously dressed. Rich organ music filtered through the air, blending smoothly with the light chatters and laughters of the guests. Waiters moved around holding flat trays sitting flute glasses filled with champagne. A buffet table generously adorned with various meals sat at an accessible corner of the hall. Mr and Mrs Leon stood amidst a small group laughing over small talks. “Where are you going?” Mr Leon whispered to his wife who had just excused herself. “Bruce and Rachel are not here.” She explained, a bit of angst laced her voice. “Are you going to bring them from their home?” Mr Leon asked. He didn't try to veneer the sarcasm in his tone. “No. I'm just going to call them. The chairman is about to get on the stage. What will happen if Bruce is called and he is not here?” “Relax woman! They are already on their way.” Mr Leon said sternly to his wife. “Allow them be.” “Oh, Mrs Fox is here. I'll just ask her instead.” “Bruce and Rachel ar
“I'm so sorry. I ruined the evening.” Ashley apologized in a small voice as DJ joined her in the car.Her hand massaged her throbbing temples. She had wanted to be away from the house. She was trying to avoid Paul. That's why she wanted to go with DJ to this event.It was a glamorous event, beautifully prepared, but Ashley couldn't stay. Too many people and too noisy for her. Not what she needed.At this point in her life, everything triggered her headache. She thought she could manage it through the evening, but it only kept growing worse and she had to tell DJ.DJ settled into the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt.“You didn't ruin anything.” He reassured her.He didn't appreciate the fact that she suddenly felt dizzy at the event, but he was grateful to be out of there sooner than supposed.He felt suffocating there. Ordinarily, DJ would never have attended the event, but because Ashley had requested, and Dr Tony had said not to do anything that would force her to trigger.DJ
The drive back afterwards was quiet. Each one was consumed in his own thoughts.DJ absorbed himself with the thoughts of the softness of Ashley's lips, recalling how it felt to kiss her, holding her as close as he did. He wanted to do it again and maybe take things a little further but he knew better. She wasn't ready. He has to take things slow.Ashley on the other hand couldn't stop questioning herself, asking if she had done the right thing by letting him kiss her.She didn't want to lead him into believing something that isn't real. She still didn't know if she loved him in her past life and she definitely didn't know if she loved him now.He had said he loved her and that's why he's sticking with her, helping her to remember what living was. But she had questions, doubts.DJ was incomparable, too good to be true. Was it only love that kept him with her? Was there something else? Some other reason that she didn't know?“How are you feeling now?” DJ's voice filtered through her t
“It's done.” Pamela scurried behind Ashley as her wide eyes trail Ashley's back as she enters the office and beeline for her seat. “So quickly?... Did he see you?” Pamela asked. “No.” Ashley took her seat. “I didn't go as me. I used a proxy.” She said with a satisfied heave. “Wow! So now you own the company?” Pamela asked with incredulity. “Now I own, Bruce.” Ashley smiled. “But he doesn't know it yet.” Pamela gasped and let out a chuckle. “Oh my God! You finally got what you wanted.” Ashley's gaze fixes straight past Pamela. Her mind, brooding and brewing. “Not yet. I still have many scores to settle. One of which I haven't been giving a lot of attention to.” “What's that?” Ashley raised her eyes to meet Pamela's. “Rachel.” “That bitch!” Venom dripped from Pamela's voice. “She won't be one for long. I intend to strip her of that snarky attitude of hers.” Excitement flicked through Pamela's eyes. She had always, always hated Rachel and her ‘better than everyone else's atti
A towel wrapped around his waist, Bruce dried his damp hair with another towel as he walked out of the bathroom. His head still ached from his drunkenness last night. Rachel entered at that moment and Bruce smiled. His erection springing back to life very quickly. Ashley had stirred a lot of steam in him the previous night. He had wanted to let some of it out on his wife after the party. But he had slept off waiting for her. There was a lot of cleaning left to do and Rachel had deliberately stayed back to supervise the maids that night. She didn't want to be anywhere near Bruce as she was still very mad at him. She wanted to talk to him but needed to simmer down. Bruce smiled and tugged the towel around his waist loose, freeing his díck. He walked towards her with a smug smile. “You came back late last night.” He said as he made his way to her, hoping she would welcome him like she always did. “I didn't think you'd notice.” Her voice was tight. He reached her and spread his ha
Ashley left DJ's place floating on cloud nine. She headed straight to the office after making a stop at her house for a change of clothes, all the while pleasantly humming to herself. She reached her office and paused at her door when she heard movement from inside. She had earlier met Benita on her way up and was certain it couldn't be her inside. Slowly, she peeled the door open. “Pam?” Pleasant surprise adorn her tone. Pamela, who had been busy setting down files that needed Ashley's attention, raised her head, glanced at Ashley and continued her work. “Good morning.” Pamela muttered under her breath. The telltale of annoyance tinged her tone. “I thought you said you wouldn't be coming in today?” Delight coursed through her voice at the sight of Pamela. “You need to sign these.” Pamela responded in a tight voice. “They are due next week.” Ashley strode into the office, her gaze fixed on an unsmiling Pamela. She placed her bag on the table and walked up to stand in front of
Ashley wakes up to a pair of eyes watching her with love and admiration. She scoffed and chuckled groggily. “Don't tell me you stayed like this all night.” She said in between stifling a yawn as she stretched her muscles to wake. DJ grinned. “What if I did?” Ashley rolled her eyes. “Creepy.” She twisted her head to check the digital clock on his nightstand. DJ rolled his eyes. “Lemme guess, you have to go.” Ashley chortled. “Accurate guess. I just need to handle a few things. And I need to see Pamela too.” DJ furrowed his brows. “You see Pamela every other day.” He said pointedly. Ashley sighed. “This is different. We had a fight last night after we left your brother's.” DJ lifted his brows and whistled. “That bad?” “Yup!” She responded, pulling the covers off her body to reveal her nudity. “She already texted last night that she wanted the day off today.” “Can she just do that?” DJ asked, his eyes raking the perfect symmetry of Ashley's body, feeling his member ha
Ashley shut the voice in her head constantly scolding her for spitting hurtful words at Pamela. Pam had been right. Maybe she was controlling, acting like an overbearing mother. And even though she didn't trust Thomas, she couldn't have at least respected Pam and tolerated him. All he did was help them. Grateful for the walk, she had enough time to reflect and simmer down. She would apologize to Pam. She reached her house and saw the car parked in front. She recognized the car as DJ’s. She glanced around and was pleasantly surprised to find DJ, but stunned to see him seated on the cobblestone step. “DJ?” She quickened her steps and met up with him. “Why are you sitting out here? Why didn't you go inside?” She asked, her gaze darting to the house, wondering if someone had asked him to stay out. “The maid who answered the door said you weren't in but would be back soon, and I didn't want to wait inside alone.” “You could have called me.” “I didn't want to disturb you.” She passed
Pamela's heels clicked angrily as she matched past Ashley. “Pamela.”. Ashley stopped her. “You should see these.” she dug her hands into her purse to fetch out something. “I got my hands on Bruce's financial record. And you won't believe what they contain.” “Good for you.” Pamela said sarcastically, not bothering to take a look at what Ashley had in her hands. “Are you alright?” “These damn signals.” Pamela muttered cusses under her breath. Her finger punched her device as though she was in a fierce battle with it. Frantically trying to book a cab, the reception on her cellphone was in opposition to her wants. “What are you so worked up about?” Ashley asked, catching up to her. Pamela ignored her, kept pressing on her phone, exiting and re-entering the app as she received the same service unavailable response. “Argh.” Pamela groaned in frustration. Ashley stole a glance at the screen. “Let's get to my house. I'll ask a driver to drop you off.” Ashley suggested seeing that P
Pamela eagerly got in the front seat, her interest in Thomas no longer subtle. “Thank you so much.” She buckled her seat belt, her gaze not once flickering off the young man. Thomas glanced at her. “It's no problem. Where're you girls headed?” “Up East.” Pamela answered. “Up East?” Thomas exclaimed. “That's on the other side of town.” He pointed out. Pamela chuckled. “Yes. Ashley's father lives on that side. And she lives with him.” “So what brings you all the way out here?” “Business. We are expanding our horizon, moving our business this way.” Pamela responded genially. “Oh!” Thomas nodded, understanding flooded his mind. “Yeah. We had our debut exhibition here sometime last month. A small awareness about our brand.” Pamela chortled. “I heard about that and I wouldn't call that small. Although I didn't attend, I saw a glimpse of it all over the net. It was a great show… Awesome designs… I couldn't get over the number two collection.” He chuckled. “So much so that I place
Ashley went back down. Her mission for attending the party had been a dead end. But not entirely unproductive. For one, she had Rachel in a messed up corner. That alone was enough to make up for the night. And it brought her great joy. The other, she got her hands on something very important. Something she could use to bring Bruce down. As she reached the base of the staircase, she weaved her gaze through the crowd to where she had left Pamela. She hissed. Pamela had moved. No longer in the same place. She would need to find her. She plowed ahead and blended into the crowd, darting her eyes through the small cluster of people, looking for Pamela. It didn't take long before she spotted Pam, intently focused in a conversation with a strange man. Ashley walked up to them. She heard Pam giggle girlishly as she closed in on them. Who was this man? And why was Pamela entertaining him? “Pamela.” She called, but her call went unanswered. “Pamela!” Ashley called forcefully. This tim
Bruce smiled at her. “I'll see you down stairs.” He gave her one long last look, his eyes lingering on the flesh of her exposed cleavage. With great effort, he peeled his gaze away. He adjusted his tie, tugged his jacket before he stepped out. Not once did he consider he was leaving a stranger in his bedroom. Not once did he think she should have gone out before him. As stupid as they came, Bruce went down, back to his party, leaving her there, in his room. Ashley had never seen a more fóolish ídíot than Bruce. It made her wonder what she ever saw in him before. Now alone, Ashley looked around the room. It felt like a cemetery. Everything in it was dead. It was nothing like the home she had created with warmth and love. The room had been restructured and repainted to suit Rachel's preference; bland. But of course, what could she expect from Rachel who knew nothing about love and warmth. She sighed. Her fears, confronted and defeated. Now only a painful memory. Taking one las