Lena pov I stared out the window, my breath fogging the glass. I thought of what my past life was like, was I happy, was I sad? What kind of a person was I? What kind of marriage was my home, what about my friends and families? Nothing was hiding up, the more I try to think, the more I feel a sharp pain from my head. My gaze drifted to the note that my husband had earlier brought. I slightly opened it and read through it. The note; Hey wifey, I know this is going to be a very difficult time for you but just know that I will go through this phrase with you. You don't really need your old memories, we can always create new ones. Sending you all the love: your husband, Leo. Why does he keep saying that I don't need my old memory? Was my life that bad, did I do something in past that's not worth being proud of. With a deep breath, I turned away from the window. The future, uncertain and full of possibilities. It was time to embrace the the unknown, the accept the new me, but I
Lena nestled deeper into the couch, a warm contentment washing over her. The soft glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating a cozy ambiance. Oliv,her supposed sister, sat nearby, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Lena had never felt so safe, so understood. Oliv listened patiently to her worries, offered comforting words, and shared laughter. It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime. The weight of the world seemed to lift from Lena's shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace. She admired Oliv's strength, her resilience, and her unwavering belief in her. With Oliv by her side, Lena felt capable of overcoming any challenge. She was grateful for her sister's love and support. “You keep staring at the garden, do you want to walk around the garden? Maybe get to feel the plants.” oliv said after her observation. “Yes, I want to walk around the garden. I have been inside since I woke up. I'm beginning to feel like a prisoner in my own home.” I said blu
Lena's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into Leo's eyes. His gaze was intense, his voice filled with a sincerity that resonated deep within her. He spoke of a love lost, a life shattered, and a future that could be theirs once again. Her mind, still clouded by the fog of memory loss, yearned for connection, for a sense of belonging. Leo offered her a lifeline, a chance to reclaim a past that was now shrouded in mystery. "I don't know what to believe," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Leo took her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You don't have to know everything right now, . Just trust me. Trust us." A glimmer of hope ignited within her. Perhaps, just perhaps, he was telling the truth. With a hesitant nod, she agreed to give him a chance. After all, what did she have to lose? Her past was gone, and her future was uncertain. But with Leo by her side, she dared to hope for a new beginning. ~Leo pov Oliv has done an excellent job for Lena to agree to d
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Lena's face. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to the sight of Leo sitting beside the bed, a tray laden with breakfast balanced on his lap. A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched her wake. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. Lena's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen Leo so attentive, so thoughtful. The sight of him, the breakfast, the effort he had put into this simple gesture, filled her with a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. "You didn't have to do this," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Leo shrugged. "I wanted to. Besides, I figured you could use a little pampering." Lena couldn't help but smile. As she reached for a croissant, their fingers brushed, sending a tingle through her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely audible. Leo leaned in, his eyes lock
The brushstrokes echoed through the quiet room, a stark contrast to the chaos within Lena's mind. A persistent headache pulsed behind her temples, a constant reminder of the lingering fog that clouded her memories. She dipped her brush into the vibrant hues of paint, the colors a stark contrast to the greyness that seemed to permeate her existence. As she painted, a strange sensation washed over her. A flicker of recognition, a distant memory, teased at the edges of her consciousness. She paused, her hand hovering over the canvas. A vivid image flashed before her eyes: a sun-drenched garden, a child's laughter, and a warm embrace. The image was fleeting, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. A wave of confusion and frustration swept over her. She tried to grasp the elusive memory, but it slipped through her fingers like sand. She closed her eyes, hoping to recapture the fleeting moment, but the harder she tried, the more elusive it became. The headache intensified, a sharp
Lena woke up with a start, her heart pounding. Her head throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed through her temples. She blinked, trying to focus her blurry vision. The room was unfamiliar, yet there was a sense of comfort, a feeling of belonging. As her senses sharpened, she realized she was in a bed, a soft, cozy bed. She glanced around the room, taking in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the gentle ticking of the clock, and the faint sound of distant traffic. A wave of confusion washed over her. Where was she? What had happened? She tried to recall the events leading up to her waking moment, but her mind was a blank slate. “He called me mother, I saw his face,he said he was my husband but he looked nothing like Leo.” Lena thought to herself. “You don’t have to scream, take it easy. You are safe now.” Oliv said calming lena down Lena stare at Oliv,looking confuse and all sweaty. “What happened to me.” Lena asked “You passed out,what did you remember that made you scream?”
Lena pov I sat by the window, my gaze lost in the distant horizon. As I stared out, a wave of memories washed over me. Yesterday was full of confusion, everyone were acting strange and weird. I need to make things clear for myself, I want to see that sweet boy face again. I proceeded to the other room to paint. The room became empty. Where is it? Everything was here just yesterday, who took them out. I rushed out of the room, heading to the only place I can find Oliv, the garden of course. “I can't find any of it. Where did it go.” I asked. “What are you talking about?” oliv asked. “My painting tools, can't find them anymore.” “Have you checked the room carefully.”oliv asked acting nonchalant. “Yes, everything is gone.” “Well, I believe you already know what that means.” “I don't understand what it means.” I replied looking confused and angry. “I'm going to help you recover your memories, I will help you with anything you want, but, I have my conditions.” oliv
Lena pov I sat in the garden, waiting for Oliv, my heart was beating so fast that I could hear my own heartbeat. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, Lena made a decision. A soft breeze caressed my face, carrying with the faint scent of rain. “Let's do this inside.” Oliv said her voice almost whispering. I walked up to her almost running to her, I was ready to embrace the truth, I don't know how much it was going to hurt, but I was ready to face it. I can't run away from my identity. “Are you ready for it, can you do this?” oliv asked holding the tools very close to her. “Yes.” I nodded. “Take this pill, it will help you not to pass out, just in case the memories becomes too much for you to handle. We can't risk you passing out, Leo shouldn't know about this.” Peter said walking up to us. “Why should we trust you? What if that pill kills her? Why do you want to help?” oliv questioned “Just know that we are in the same boat and we are literal
Lena paced back and forth in her room,her phone pressed to her ear. The line crackled with static, and Larry voice, distant and muffled,barely reached her. “Larry,can you hear me? What is the update? I waited for your call yesterday since you said you were going to call. “Yeah yeah,Lena. I’m on it. I was going to call you yesterday but something came up, my guys suggested we hang out with some hot chick, I came home pretty wasted. Anyways, I just got a lead. But I need to ask you something, thought you said you only have one child?” Lena sighed,” yes,why?” She asked her voice almost a whisper. “Because according to my source,it was two kids that was taken that day,then we kept digging. Some guy named..what’s his name? Oh, right, Jack. Jack something, I don't really give much fuck about his name though. According to him, a lady came to rent the van from his shop, she claimed she needed it to pack her things because she was relocating. We've has been trying to track the lady but
The silence was deafening. Lena and her husband, once inseparable, sat across from each other at the dining table, a chasm of unspoken words separating them. The soft glow of the chandelier cast long, eerie shadows on the walls, mirroring the darkness that had crept into their relationship. Lena gazed was fixed on her plate, the untouched meal a stark reflection of her turmoil. Her heart ached with a mix of regret and longing. She missed the days when laughter filled their home, when their love was a beacon of warmth and comfort. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to amplify the silence, each tick a painful reminder of the time slipping away. They had once shared dreams, hopes, and aspirations. Now, it felt like they were strangers, living under the same roof. Gray,equally lost in thought, kept stealing glance at her. He couldn’t figure why she was so angry at him,he blamed himself for getting drunk that day, all this incident could have been avoided. They finished thei
The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Oliv face. She sipped her water, her gaze fixed on the bustling bush outside the window. Yesterdays conversation with Sebastian replayed I her mind, his words stinging like a fresh wound. His sharp tone, his sarcastic words- it had caught her off guard. She thought she'd finally meet someone that will love her without judging her, shed always admired his quick wit and a d easy charm, but yesterday, he’d shown a side of him, to even think it was not his time of saying that to her. Emily glanced at the entrance, her heart pounding. She was hearing Sebastian's voice, he was probably heading in her direction, she wasn't prepared to face him. Instead, she buried herself in her water, pretending to be lost in thought. She could feel his presence, the weight of his eyes on her, but she refused to look up. She wanted to avoid the awkwardness, the tension, the possibility of another bitter truth from him. “The kids w
The stale air of the basement hung heavy, thick with the scent of fear and dust. Oliv,her heart a leaden of weight, shuffled forward with a tray of untouched sandwiches. The children, huddled together like a frightened birds,met her gaze with defiance. “Come on, now," she said , her voice barely a whisper. "You need to eat. You haven't had anything since..." She trailed off, the memory of their terrified faces when she'd first dragged them down here too painful to bear. “We don’t like this place, we want to go home.” Garry said his voice barely a whisper. Silence stretched between them, the only sound the ticking of an old grandfather clock in the corner. The sandwiches sat untouched, a stark contrast to the emptiness in their hollowed eyes. “You will soon go home, your dad is only making this complicated,trading your life for wealth, is it even worth it?” Oliv sighed.” You will have to eat something,please just have a bite. It will break your mom heart to see you weak,you need
Theo hung up the phone, his heart pounding to his chest. The image of his parents rushing into the operating room flash before his eyes. He couldn't what he'd just heard. Gray knew all these years and kept it from him, his dad was involved. How could he be responsible for his own brothers' deaths? The thought was almost unbearable. Anger surged through him, a hot, consuming fire. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. How could someone so cold, so calculating, be capable of such a heinous act? He'd always seen Gray's dad as a pillar of the community, a successful businessman with a seemingly perfect life. But now, Theo saw a different side of him, a darker, more sinister side. And Gray kept this away from him, was he covering up his father's evil deed? Was he in support? Leo stormed out of his room, his mind racing. He needed to confront Gray, to demand answers. He found Gray in his studying room, lost in thought. Gray looked up, his expression puzzled. “What's
Leo pov I was unsettled, pacing around in his room, Gray was singing the papers today. That shit was supposed to be mine, he was supposed to be handing everything to me today but that old fool decided to outplay and outsmart me. He won't be in that office for long, I will do destroy him. My thought was cut short with call from Peter. “How did it go? Has the papers been signed?” I asked. “No, it was a terrible event.” Peter replied. “What do you mean?” “Old man got pissed,punched Gray on the face, Gray got angry and his men killed almost all old man men. Gray said he had to see his son before any ownership will be transferred.” Peter explained. “And?” I asked “There was no sign of Garry after much wait, only for Sebastian to rush in with bruises that he was ambushed. Guess, old man also have someone that is watching him.” Peter replied. I scoffed,” this is good news,” I said letting out a cold smiling, “at least,no papers were signed and I am sure Gray won’t that s
Leo glanced at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His face, once a mask of confidence, was now marred with bruise and cuts. Peter and some men had injured him badly on the day of Lena escape. He couldn’t believe Peter could betrayal him like that,he trusted him,he could vow for him but he got it all wrong. After all,everything was survival of the defeated. He decided to go into hiding since they couldn’t kill him that night. ** Flash back to that night. “But boss said we should kill him and come with his head.” One of the men said,his voice barely audible. “I know and I telling you to give me some time, I have been with this man for a while, it won’t be easy for me to just kill him but , I promise to kill him.” Peter replied. “Remember we don’t have much time and you definitely know boss temper. “ another replied yelling out. Leo eavesdrop on their conversations,tears rolled down his cheeks. They were going to kill him,what about his daughter? How will she survive? Who w
Today was the day that Gray had promised to bring Garry back home. Lena paced back and forth, her anxious eyes scanning through the mansion. Her heart pounded in her chest, a restless drumbeat echoing the worry gnawing at her. What is keeping Gray, they should be here by now?” A familiar rumble broke the silence. The engine low growl signaled his return. Lena face lit up with hope. She rushed to the gate,her hand trembling as she watched the car drive in. The car pulled into the driveway, it’s headlights illuminating Gray weary face. Lena smiled faltered as she noticed the absence of their son. Gray stepped out of the car, his shoulders slumped,followed by Theo and Chris. They slightly bowed their head, greeting Lena as they walked passed them. “Where is Garry? her voice, a mere whisper. “Hes…still with Mr Thompson”, he lied, his voice barely audible. Lena's heart sank. Anger, disappointment and fear swirled within her. “ How could this happen? Why ain't you here with ou
As old man men kept falling, a silence descended upon the warehouse. “ I said,fucking make them stop.” Old man yelled out. Gray laughed,” why? Thought this was what you wanted.” He teased. “Fair enough then,” he yelled.” You should be expecting your son’s body if you don’t make them stop this moment.” Gray stared at his men, more like they were enjoying the killing, he signaled Theo to make everyone stop. The place became quite after everyone was calmed. Gary stepped forward,his face a mask of indifference.” Don’t you think it’s over?this is just a signal that you are no match for me. Why can’t you behave like your age,I won’t warn you to trade carefully again.” Gray said his voice barely a whisper. “The game is up, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Old man replied his cutting through the silence. Gray laughed, readjusted his suit as he sit.”why are you just standing there? Call your men,tell them they are wasting my fucking time.” “Why not sign the papers and I will have your