After having a lot of digging into the situation, Emma has realized that Vincent was right about it. She was in charge of the websites that contain all kinds of information about the company. If she was there, all the blame would have fallen onto her. Thankfully Vincent has taken a step although he crossed his boundaries. But for her good. She sighs deeply as she watches herself sitting in front of me desk. She wants to thank Vincent. But not right now. When he is intoxicated, he likes to shower her with love. And she doesn't want that. Not until she feels like accepting this relationship properly. As she decides to take a nap, her attention goes to the screen of her phone. Her eyes widen in shock when thousands of messages start popping up. Making her phone vibrating violently. She can't check any of those messages because of constant incoming messages. However from the glimpse, she can see that none of them are using any proper languages. Names, curse and unspeakable words a
It was nightmare... The more she drives, the more she keeps remembering those days which give her goosebumps. She has to admit that - She still feels the same way. She wants to die. Each of those days when her mother was fighting to survive another day, to watch another sunset, her father was in her mother's bedroom. It was hard because the woman was her own teacher who used to bully her for being fragile. She had a difficult time when she was young to grow. She was late blood and it became the reason for that woman to bully her. She started getting taller than when she was fifteen. Before that age, she looked like a six years old girl. So she taunted her mentally and physically. Each way. When she found her father in the bed with that woman, she realized why that woman was so harsh on her. Why did she keep verbally, physically and mentally tortured her.? She remembered one day she wanted to complain against the teacher but her father told her to apologise for saying som
" Pregnant?' This word breaks the world over his head as the doctor just checked her and announced. He steps back, hand slowly leaves her unconscious body. " How long?" He asks, swallowing the pain. His heart is breaking at this point, loudly, terrifyingly and painfully " I can't say anything without blood tests. But probably five to six weeks!" The doctor replies while wrapping things up. Vincent remains silent there. As he doesn't know what he should think about it. Five to six weeks? He wasn't home last three months! " Thanks for coming. I will call you once she wakes up." " Do a blood test to know about the accurate He shakes his hand with that male doctor and watches him leaving. Right now, he is feeling utterly lonely. As if everything around him is crashing down. He is the last person alive. He doesn't want to return to the room for some reason. He needs answers but if he questions, this will be ultimate reason for her to leave him. What's happening
Not once, twice or thrice... Ten pregnancy kit have shown the double red lines on them. It's positive. She is pregnant and there is no way she can deny it. But how? Two weeks ago,. she had her period. Last three months, she didn't even get a kiss from her husband. There is no way she can get pregnant so fast because she didn't have any physical intimacy either. That night, after she cried out loud, He stopped. Even if it happened, it was impossible to get tested positive so fast. Pulling her hair, she grunts disappointedly. What's happening with her? What kind of game is fate playing with her? She doesn't know. There is no answer for this at all. Her eyes go to her reflection on the mirror. She looks worse. Since morning she can't stop throwing up. She hates any kind of scent. She hates to touch her belly as well. As if she is carrying some unknown illness within her. " Are you listening to me? Hello!" A soft voice of female comes from the sink where she threw the
" You are Downey." His dark gaze falls upon Emma's father who looks confused. The man in front of him is indeed Vincent Antonio. But right now, his appearance doesn't match that Man he met him yesterday. It's terrifying. As if he can break his neck without any efforts. His attention goes to that intimidating tattoo of tiger on his left hand that he didn't see yesterday. That scar across his eyebrow wasn't there as well. It looks like two different people with same face. " What's the reason for bringing me here at this hour?" Taking a deep breath, he questions. It takes his all strength to gather his courage to confront. But the smoke that Vincent releases hits his nostrils soon because of the southern wind. In the middle of the highway with no car at this hour, he can't trust this Man before him. A gangster like Man with ten bodyguards around him, Mr Downey can't help but regret for leaving the house. He thought he would be able to make him cough up some money using hi
- Vincent- Five years ago, I met this woman for the first time. Before meeting her, I had a very small talk. Because Sia wanted me to talk to another girl who might want to marry me. I owe Sia. Twenty years ago, when I was choked under the bathroom by my drunk father, she was the one who saved me and took a wound that left a deep scar on her body. So, I owe her a life. But there is no romantic feelings, no desire to love her forever. Five years ago, I was lost in a life that gave me a good amount of money but no interest to live. The Man who helped me to build a business with him, suggested to have an heir who will inherit the wealth of mine. A wife or a child can lit up the darkness of my life. There was no one in my life to give that cold heart of mine. I didn't want to go around and find a gold digger as well. Sia was closer one. So I asked if she has any interest in marrying me. Not because I loved her. Because she was the only woman in my life and I trusted
Emma's eyes open when she feels a cold hand on her forehead. Although the stomachache has subsided, the nauseousness is killing her. She wants to throw up but her body somehow isn't giving her support. " You are having fever. Did I go hard on you last night?" Vincent pecks her forehead and places the ice bag on. His voice is calm and usual. But the moment her vision gets clear, his face appears before her eyes, last night becomes clear. It was hell. She never thought she would experience something awful no matter what. Vincent's appearance to his tone, it was all new. As if some gangster was attacking her. She grabs the blanket and tries to tuck under it. But Vincent grabs it without letting her do so. " It's time for breakfast. I prepared breakfast. So don't go to sleep again!" The tone is soft and warm. Like before. But she remains silent. She doesn't want to see that side of him. It terrifies her. She slowly tries to sit up but - " Ow!" She hisses in pain. H
She had given her everything to gain the freedom. A life to live. Now she is once again under someone's control, someone's clutch. Once again, that familiar suffocating feelings. She can't avoid it. She gazes far away into the cloudy sky. Her eyes are lost in those birds' wings, that flap constantly and freely. Her breath gets stronger and heavier. An usual strong pain in her stomach. Few weeks ago, she found out she was severely depressed. Because of this, she got an ulcer. But the doctor never mentioned anything related to her pregnancy. She still can't find the answer. She never had any one night stand. She didn't even go to anywhere except for Keya's. Keya doesn't have any male friends and she doesn't drink alcohol. So she doesn't throw any kind of party where her friends might bring men. Here, in this house, she lived alone last three months. No male colleagues even got closer to her. So she doesn't know what happened. But whatever it is and whatever has happened, her
" I wish I had parents like yours. Isn't it fun to be around sweet parents?" Emma, 13, clutches the tie of her school uniform and looks at Keya who is waiting for her father to pick them. " Don't worry! Aunt will be alright." Keya assures while holding a chocolate box, " Happy friendship day! I hope we will grow older together. Let's go to the same nursing home for elders together, OK?" Keya grins, Emma nods with a bright smile. But her attention slowly goes to her mother who is standing on the opposite side of the road. " Mom!" Emma waves her hand and smiles. " Gotta go, Keya. See you tomorrow, then!" She waves her hand and runs towards the road to cross. She notices the light is still on. Without thinking such, she grabs her backpack and runs towards her mother until - " Emma! WATCH OUT!" Her mother's screaming from the opposite side doesn't reach her. She clutches her eyes shut when she hears a sharp sound of horn. Covering her ears, she gets on her knees. Howe
It was more than an hour, she hasn't come out of the study room. Vincent takes a guess that she is resting. After soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, he approaches the door. With a hint of hesitation, his hand reaches the door knob. He doesn't know how to approach the whole situation. She is calm and indifferent. But it scares him more. What if he loses her? The thought of losing her messes with his mind. He wants to be the best husband in the world. He wants to be there when she needs her and everything. His strong grip twists the knob to open. However, to his surprise, the door doesn't open. He grabs his keys to open the door. She needs to take her medication. And he doesn't want her to skip taking medicines. Without thinking twice about breaking any sort of privacy, he just walks in after opening the door. " Emma!" He whispers and looks at her study room. His eyebrows knit slightly, finding no-one in the room. " Emma?" He mutters again. She is inside since s
" It was a great night!" She said as she sits on the bench in the park. Vincent looks at her, his eyes moistening with the scene of her being so beautiful in the moonlight. He is scared. What if she regains her memories and leaves him. What will he respond to her question? The fear and the agony of losing his own child because of himself has broken himself in the worst way. It would be less painful to get stabbed by his enemies. Taking a deep sigh, he walks towards her and holds a coffee can in front of her. " Thanks!" She said. However, a pang of heartache leads him to clench his own cup when she moves a bit away from him when he sits next to her. Like she did when they were having dinner. The distance between them, the way she talked to him was like talking to a stranger, his heart shattered into pieces each time. " Emma!" He calls her name in a soft tone as he presses his own palm. " Hmm?" she sips the coffee and looks at him. " Did that place feel famili
Sometimes life plays jokes but you got to do nothing but laugh. Even if it's not laughable. Vincent looks at the woman who he almost lost. His eyes are full of sadness although he feels relieved that she is alive and well. " You don't remember me?" He asked. He feels pain in his chest as if thousands of stones are gathering in his chest. " I don't! Also I don't care! Can you please just arrange everything and let me go? What if someone else proposes to him?" She looks restless and impatient. Her eyes from time to time shift on the door. " Emma! I am your husband! Do you know what that means?" He asked, swallowing his pain. " I was married to you. Now I don't remember you. This is a very good reason, right? Let me go already. Okay? Please. Pretty please!" She shows her puppy eyes while jumping in small movements. " It's not happening." He sighs deeply and holds her hand. " Once you said that you shouldn't do something out of impulsive emotions. You may regret it later.
Obviously, amnesia is something that rarely happens to the patient with a small head injury. However, judging by her mental situation, the biggest strike of her life may lead her to something unexpected. Joyce can't help but feel so doubtful about her regaining consciousness without any problems. It's been three days. The 72 hours observation has finally ended and they're expecting her to wake up sooner or they will announce her being in coma. However those 72 hours have been a hell for Vincent who has seemingly lost his cool. Without eating a single grain, he has been sitting on the sofa in her room. Joyce sometimes encourages him to get back himself. But he has just lost the spirit to do anything. In the evening, Joyce checks her pulse and dresses the wound. The wounds are recovering faster as expected. While she is checking the pulse, her attention shifts on Emma's eyes. A subtle gasp with an " Ah!" escapes when she notices Emma has been staring at her. She regai
" She was pregnant for four months! It was a cryptic pregnancy!" Sending Emma to the ICU, the doctor looks at Vincent who is standing like a statue. His worn out expression watches her from outside. " What is cryptic pregnancy?" He asked as guilt is killing him inside.. " It's a pregnancy that shows no early symptoms of pregnancy. Sometimes some women get to know when they are in labor. That's why she didn't have any baby bump from the beginning!" Vincent inhales sharply as he clenches his fist. This is not what he wanted. " The woman who was with her. We contacted her parents. They confirmed that they were Emma's Godparents. After her mother's death, Emma was neglected severely and was mental deprived. They moved her in when she was only fifteen. She grew up with them." She said, looking at Emma with a pitiful gaze. Vincent has severe trust issues. When he knew that her present had been making him taking wrong decision in his secret life, he started using Sia. Although
" We are heading to airport and then I will hear your explanation!" Taking a U-turn to drive to the airport, Keya coldly speaks. Emma just nods, hanging her head down. If in this world, she can rely on anyone, it's Keya. But she never told that Vincent has by hurting her. Not even about the ongoing divorce issues. She didn't want to burden her or her family once again. But right now, Keya's mood isn't good either. They have their own code for safety. If anyone can't call each other or message each other once a day or two, they must visit their house or sending someone who can help with the information. Sending the cleaning lady was Keya's idea since she hasn't met Vincent ever. She trusted Emma's choice but kept her distance from any of her male friends. But right now, she is regretting not meeting Vincent and understand what kind of guy he is. " We will get something to eat from subway once we are there. Where is your phone?" She asks, Emma pinches her own hand an
She had given her everything to gain the freedom. A life to live. Now she is once again under someone's control, someone's clutch. Once again, that familiar suffocating feelings. She can't avoid it. She gazes far away into the cloudy sky. Her eyes are lost in those birds' wings, that flap constantly and freely. Her breath gets stronger and heavier. An usual strong pain in her stomach. Few weeks ago, she found out she was severely depressed. Because of this, she got an ulcer. But the doctor never mentioned anything related to her pregnancy. She still can't find the answer. She never had any one night stand. She didn't even go to anywhere except for Keya's. Keya doesn't have any male friends and she doesn't drink alcohol. So she doesn't throw any kind of party where her friends might bring men. Here, in this house, she lived alone last three months. No male colleagues even got closer to her. So she doesn't know what happened. But whatever it is and whatever has happened, her
Emma's eyes open when she feels a cold hand on her forehead. Although the stomachache has subsided, the nauseousness is killing her. She wants to throw up but her body somehow isn't giving her support. " You are having fever. Did I go hard on you last night?" Vincent pecks her forehead and places the ice bag on. His voice is calm and usual. But the moment her vision gets clear, his face appears before her eyes, last night becomes clear. It was hell. She never thought she would experience something awful no matter what. Vincent's appearance to his tone, it was all new. As if some gangster was attacking her. She grabs the blanket and tries to tuck under it. But Vincent grabs it without letting her do so. " It's time for breakfast. I prepared breakfast. So don't go to sleep again!" The tone is soft and warm. Like before. But she remains silent. She doesn't want to see that side of him. It terrifies her. She slowly tries to sit up but - " Ow!" She hisses in pain. H