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
“The guests have begun to arrive.” Pamela said in a breathless tone. She peeked through the large curtains hiding them behind the stage.The past weeks have been so busy for everyone at the office.The fashion exhibition day was upon them and as Ashley had instructed; nothing was to go wrong. Being an evening event, Ashley had spent the whole day ensuring that the hall and everything else was in place.“Good! And the models?” Ashley asked Pamela. “Don't leave that there.” She instructed one of the handymen. “Put that by the side.” She turned just as Pamela responded to her question.“All ready. Just a few finishing touches… You should go get ready. Change your clothes.” Pamela advised Ashley who looked tired and was drenched in sweat. She looked at her friend with compassion. Ashley had barely sat the whole day.“Sure.” Ashley responded. Her eyes roved around one more time, checking to see if there was anything out of place. She didn't want anything to go wrong. “Go oversee the model
Ashley and Pamela exchanged looks. Fear filled their gaze. Had DJ heard them? Why did he call them out that way? “Who would pay?” DJ asked, walking into the kitchen to join them. He was still panting slightly from his run. Ashley's and Pamela’s hearts raced as they passed each other fearful looks. They were so engrossed in their fear of being caught that they missed the tease in DJ's voice. “Um…” Ashley fumbled. “If I had known you would come here to bother my fiance with work problems, I would have never told she was with me, Pam.” DJ said, walking to the freezer helped himself to a bottle of cold water. He paused, clinging onto the fridge handle, noticing the tension reeling from both women. “Is everything alright?” His eyes scanned them. “No. We were just talking about work. There are a couple of pending payments to be made.” Ashley explained. “Yes. I'll get the invoice for you to sign.” Pamela said, moving away to get her bag. “See what I mean? You don't give her any break
“You?”“Me!” Pamela grinned jovially and walked past Ashley into the house.Ashley's brows knotted with confusion and her eyes shone with surprise as she closed the door. She hadn't told anyone that she was at DJ's. Pamela didn't even know she met with DJ. “Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” Pamela strode inside, making herself comfortable, settling on the sofa.Ashley grinned inwardly at the thought that Pamela wouldn't be so comfortable on that couch if she knew the things she and DJ had done there.“Ashley!”Ashley jolted. She shook her head bringing her mind back into the room. “How did you know I was here?” she asked, moving to join Ashley on the couch.“You didn't return after your meeting with Bruce. I got worried, so I texted DJ and he told me you were here.” Ashley furrowed her brows. “When was this? Have you seen him?” She was curious. She hadn't seen him since the morning and she didn't know where he was.Pamela's brows knitted. “Uh, I texted him last night and he
True to his words, Ashley barely got any sleep. DJ had woken her up in the middle of the night so they could move to his bedroom where he took her to intense pleasurable heights. Not once, but over and over again until they were both drained and spent.She fell asleep right after. By morning, she was pleasantly exhausted and was sleeping like a baby. A deep peaceful slumber that she hadn't noticed when DJ slipped out for his routine morning run.A distant ringing infiltrated her euphoric dream. The sound grew louder and closer with each passing moment, before Ashley realized it wasn't her dream but reality.She stirred, fluttering her eyes, blinking lazily and tiredly, the weight of sleep heavy in her eyes. She didn't want to wake up yet, but the ringing was not relenting.Who would ring so early in the morning?She groaned, irritated at the persistent disturbance. She exhaled, flipped her eyelid open and sleepily looked around her. This wasn't her room. Every corner of the room had
Ashley, nestled on top DJ, was enjoying the feel of the satiating aftermath of their heated passion. She placed head comfortably on his broad chest, idling tugging on the hair on his chest.“You're so hairy.” She commented.“You don't like it?”“I like it. It gives me something to play with.”“If you want something to play with,-”“I'm good with this, thank you.” Grasping his lewd tease, Ashley quickly cut him.DJ chuckled. “Spoil sport.”“Your mind is so dirty.” Ashley remarked with a smile.DJ's chuckle deepened. “Don't tell anyone my secret.” He said in pretend seriousness.Amused, she shook her head against his chest at his naughtiness and snuggled into him.DJ sighed with satisfaction as his finger trailed the hollow length of Ashley's spine.She sensed him smiling and she propped herself on her elbow to look at him.“What now?”“Nothing.” She lifted one brow. “Then why are you smiling like that?”DJ adjusted himself to accommodate her positioning. “I'm happy.” He responded wit
Ashley returned to her table to find DJ waiting for her. Sonia trailed behind her, her face an angry storm that no one seemed to notice.DJ's impatience was evident in his expression. “Are you done?” It was clear to Ashley that Bruce and DJ may have continued their brawling in the absence of both women.“Yes. She turned to Bruce. “I'll instruct Pamela to send you a mail regarding the presentation.”Bruce nodded. “I'll be seeing you soon.” His words carried an underlying meaning, aimed at irking DJ .“We should go.” DJ said through clenched teeth, already taking quick long strides away from them.Ashley packed her bag and briskly followed DJ.“I'll see you at home, DJ.” Sonia called after them and Ashley passed her a glare.“Slow down. I'm almost running after you.” Ashley was breathing heavily.DJ slowed down, then paused, and waited for her to catch up with him. Just when she stood beside him, panting, clutching her chest and trying to gulp more air, DJ scooped her into his arms an
“Bruce!” Sonia walked up to their table, smiling gingerly. “You're here!” she beamed.DJ begrudgingly followed behind Sonia. His reluctance was evident, he didn't want to have to deal with his brother.“Rachel.” Sonia greeted the lady who had her back to them before she could see the face.Ashley raised her head and smiled at Sonia. “I'm not Rachel.”Sonia's smile dropped. She passed a look between Bruce and Ashley, hoping to get an explanation.The questions in her mind could be clearly seen in her eyes. Why are these two all cozy together at a restaurant? Does Rachel know that her husband is here with Ashley?“Ashley?” DJ was stunned. He hadn't seen her before now.Like Sonia, he passed a look between Bruce and his fiancee, wanting an explanation.A self satisfied smirk sat on Bruce's lips. From DJ's expression, he could tell his brother had not known his fiancee was meeting with him. Bruce took it upon himself to massage his own ego and salten DJ's wound. “We have a lunch meeting.
Pamela told Ashley what she knew. Her revelation only compounded Ashley's problems. Helen had openly threatened to kill her ‘again’ if she needed to and now Pamela had identified Paul as Ashley's killer. But it was said that Ashley died in a car accident.Nothing added up. There was no link between all suspects and the stories. Ashley didn't sign up for this. She had no intention of becoming a detective burdened with the task of finding the real Ashley's killer.But she would have no choice than to get involved. If Ashley was indeed murdered, and they thought she was Ashley, then she would need to watch her back more closely.To do that, she needed to know who wanted her dead.It didn't help that Helen moved Paul to an unknown hospital. Ashley would have to wait till Paul came to her.She knew Paul. He would come to her. His obsession would let him stay away from her. Everyone had decided to tell Mr Knox nothing about the incident. It will blow the covers for Ashley, Helen and Paul
Ashley opened her eyes to the white lit room. The pristine ceiling stared back at her and the beeping sound of machines filled her consciousness. It quickly registered in her mind that she was still in the hospital. After Helen left, the nurse had given her something to make her sleep as she had complained about a headache. Her eyes roved around with exhaustion. She looked to her right to see a gloomy face of Pamela seated next to her bed, watching her. Ashley sighed. She looked up to the table by her bed. “Please pass me that glass of water.” Ashley requested in a croaky voice. She was parched. Her mouth felt extremely dry, an effect of the medication. Pamela quickly obliged. She stood up from the seat, grabbed the glass, helped Ashley sit up and fed her from the water. Pamela returned the glass after Ashley had drank enough. They stayed in awkward silence for a while before Pamela spoke, breaking the silence. “How do you know that man? Who is he?” Ashley glanced at her, the