Chapter one

"Her husband is here.." the maidens of the Ekalot household mummur.

"He visits her now ? three months have passed." The maidens of three sighed in disgust.

"At least he's the first person to visit, her own twin sister is out there squandering her money, what a shameless whore." One of the maids hissed in disgust.

"Shameless indeed..." the maid whispered as Delilah's husband walked passed them, a brief eye contact was made with the maid that spoke last, she faintly bowed her head in respect the moment their eyes tore from each other they all glared at Dimitri.

He graced down the hall with his presence, power was obviously noticable as he struts down the hallway, power that wasn't even his to begin with.

He stopped at a destination, a white wooden door was the only thing in his way, acting sly he tucks in his shirt and runs his finger through his jet black curly hair. An uneasy breath of unease was heard with slight cough. Dimitri froze, he's seen the tabloids how he gave up on his marriage ever since Delilah woke up from a coma, how he was just only a trophy husband and without Delilah he's basically irrelevant.

He let the rumors stir up just to foolishly show how relevant he was, but the truth is he's only relevant with Delilah, that's the reason he had power and money anyways, he was Delilah's trophy husband.

He shook the thought off, fixing his hand on his door knob he thinks thoroughly on what he was going to tell Delilah, why did he take three months before visiting her, how was he going to handle her tantrums, he was nervous but he couldn't back up now, the paparazzi ambushed him on his way here.

"Delilah..." He twist the knob and pushes himself in to see Delilah dressed in a black night gown, she was midway brushing her pen in a thick black notebook, her almond colored eyes stuck on Dimitri, her was was expressionless and cold.

There was a minute of dead silence between the two, Delilah dropped her pen and carefully gets away from her study.

"Can I help you ?" Delilah pouted innocently hinting a slight irritation, Dimitri frowned arching a brow, his thoughts enveloped him, he was expecting a tantrum, a throw down or a slap or even a loud scream but Delilah was strangely calm.

"I...you..." Dimitri stuttered, he wasn't expecting this calm reunion, Delilah folded her arms and sighed.

"Would you stop looking like a pervert? Who the fuck are you and what do you want ?" Dimitri heaved a sigh of relief, that was the Delilah he knew but as he processed the words that came out of her mouth he gently stroked his chin slightly.

"Excuse me ?" Dimitri answered.

"It seems like you're deaf, Nathalie..." immediately a maid walked in between the two. "You called ?" her eyes focused on a confused Dimitri.

"Kindly walk him out of my room, if he persist, call security..." Delilah ordered. Nathalie looked at Dimitri and looked back at Delilah.

"Mistress Delilah, this is your husband should I still call security ?" Nathalie questions which made Dimitri more confused.

"Delilah, what's going on ? I don't understand, did you already divorce me without my knowledge ?" Dimitri blabbered leaving the room in a fog of confusion.

"Sir Dimitri, please follow me I will explain.." Nathalie whispered but he ignores her walking up to Delilah, he plants both his hands on her face with a tender gaze.

"Delilah, I'm sorry if you're upset then you're allowed to be, I shouldn't have taken time before I visited you.." before he could finish speaking she slapped his grasps away from her. "I don't know you.." she yelled with tears in her eyes, her eyes glimmer innocence and confusion.

"Get him out.." Delilah sobbed.

"Delilah please.." he tried reaching out to her but Nathalie came in between them. "Master Dimitri, please leave lady Delilah, she's unwell and needs test.." Nathalie explains. "No I need to apologise.." Dimitri persisted.

"What ever you need to apologise is invalid, listen to me lady Delilah is unwell..." Nathalie explains.

"What do you mean she's unwell she looks okay.." Dimitri says. "Let's talk outside please, you'll understand everything." Dimitri gives up, Delilah was sobbing and what he came here for wasn't to make her cry. He exits the room with Nathalie leaving Delilah alone they both stood outside the room, Dimitri spoke first, "What happened to my wife ?"

"Please forgive Lady Delilah, three months ago ever since she woke up from her coma, she's been diagnosed with systemized amnesia." Nathalie spoke bowing down her head.

"She lost all her her memory ?" Dimitri quivers. "No, she only lost a few, such as the death of her parents, Vlad and you..." Nathalie whispers the last part nervously.

"I don't understand.."

"Lady Delilah, doesn't have any memory of you, you are dead to her.."