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Once they got on the plane Zari slept most of the way there. Devon took advantage of the flight by doing some work. When they arrived at their destination he woke Zari up. "Sweetie we're here." The sun over the beach today was bright with a light breeze coming off the ocean. The drive was filled with laughter. The atmosphere was filled with a saucy combination of romance and excitement. When they got out of the rental car, Devon took the hand of Zari as she smiled at him. He was so happy she was comfortable enough to aloud him to hold her hand. They walked to a good spot on the grass and laid out their beach towels. There were only a few people out this early in the morning. "We will go to the beach as it warms up some if that's okay with you?" "That's sounds great. This place is so beautiful." Devon becomes spellbound as her thick shiny black hair falls away from her beautiful face while her eyes are still closed. Devon's gaze drank her splendor down like a fine wine. She notice
When they arrived at the grass bungalow Zari was surprised. "Is this where we are staying tonight?" "Yes, and dinner will be served shortly. Tell me do you remember anything about that night?” “I’m sorry Dev, I don’t. But tell me everything. I want to know how we met.” (Events will be told in real time three years ago) Tonight a group of clients came in of elite status. Filling the room were attractive women and equally handsome men came pouring through the doors. It was time to start serving the guest. Crowds of happy people full of spirit began mingling with one another. They were served at the open bar a variety of alcohol as they engaged one another in conversation before they took their seats. All the tables had assigned to two or more people. Zari looks at her Ipad for the seating chart. She's been assigned to the left side of the room. Things quickly got busy. Zari worked her way from the front of the room to the back, smiling and taking orders. Then a handsome man came i
“Wow, I’m impressed. I can’t lie and said I recall any of it Devon. But it’s beautiful how we met. It really is.” Devon couldn’t deny he wasn’t a little disappointed. But this trip was all about rekindling their closeness and the love they felt before. When their meals arrived they enjoy their deliciously prepared foods. While laughing and talking, something Zari was gradually getting more comfortable in doing. The evening was so lovely and not a bad thought entered Zari's mind once. The view and the person she was with it all felt like a dream a very good dream. We danced together under the moonlight after dinner. Song after song we danced. Devon looked into her eyes and couldn't hold back anymore. He kissed his wife. Zari was shocked at first, but then she realized how much she enjoyed it. The kiss was tender and sweet and unforced. When he backed away, he saw a hint of a lustful eye in her gaze, and went back for another kiss. He made this one longer. Zari held onto his shirt kno
Dr. Chad recommended to Devon that Zari should start working. She needed to keep her mind busy with other activities. So she recalled Devon asking her to work for him. "Oh baby, I was joking. I don't know if that would be a good idea right now." "It was a good idea when you suggested it last month. I want to w, work and it would be good for me to leave the house. I'll be ready to start briight an early Monday morning." "Okay, love, if you think it would help." **** "What? Is this a dream?" My eyes, head, and heart could not believe what and who I saw at my job! Confused wasn't the word to describe what I was feeling. I was happy to see him at one moment, then angry the next, but most of all, I was hurt. Who is this guy I had married standing before me now? Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? I positively didn't know what to think or do. So, I kept quiet because to say something would be too embarrassing and to make a scene by acknowledging that we knew one another. And since he was ig
When I arrived at the house, I turned on a light, and all I could do was collapse on the sofa. I could not believe the nightmare I had experienced at work today! The more I thought about it, the more unreal it seemed. If I hadn't gone through it myself, I would not have believed something like that could ever happen! I found myself getting angrier and overheated. Finally, I removed my clothes and began hanging them up in the closet. I stood there angry, mumbling about how I felt and that I couldn't say or do anything about it all day! The thought of keeping my emotions locked away made me sad—the return of that painful lump developed in my throat again. I wanted to cry, but I had my pride. So I refused to let tears fall again! I had never felt so disrespected in all my life! It hurt that he didn't care a shred about me! The tension was so intense in my body. It ached from the crown of my head to the bottom of my feet. I had to do something to relax, my scramble thoughts were all over
When I woke up, Devon was already in the shower. I was feeling awful about him still sleeping on the floor. The bathroom door opened and out stepped the most handsome man. I could only wipe the accumulated drool from my mouth. Devon was already dressed for work. He was looking and smelling like million bucks. My man wore an Italian suit that accentuated all the right body parts. Not only did he look handsome, but he was also classy. "Good morning," Devon says, smiling as I watch him glide toward me, leaning over to kiss me sweetly. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to breathe. 'Goodness! This man is so sexy!' "Breakfast is ready, so get dressed so we can have a little time together this morning over breakfast." I hurriedly but happily hopped out of bed to get dressed to spend time with Devon this morning. "Give me ten minutes." "Five minutes. You are already beautiful, so that you can skip your makeup regimen." He said, winking. My husband sure knew how to make my kitty purr w
Last night, when I overheard Devon on the phone, I could tell this wasn’t any ordinary phone call. I quietly lay in bed, pretending to be asleep while I listened to how the sound and pitch of his voice changed. I didn’t know the man, who only a few nights ago, proven to me through photos that he was my husband. But I can tell from the few months we have been living together that something was going on. He had changed since the doctor suggested I work at the office with him. It was the way he responded to the caller. I couldn't hear who was on the other end of that call. But I bet it was Susie Hubbard. And no doubt she wasn’t asking him about work either. Whatever she was asking him, I felt bothered more than ever and even worried, an emotion I hadn’t felt before. I wondered if the handsome man proclaiming to be my husband would comply with another woman’s wishes. I never questioned Devon’s comings and goings before now. I didn’t feel I had a right to, wildly, since I hadn’t entir
After a restless night of not getting enough sleep. My mental state made me feel like I was on edge. I went into the bathroom, combing the fingers of both hands through my hair. I inhaled deeply, as I turned on the water to take a shower. Minutes later, I patted myself dry, wrapping the towel around my body. My eyes finally made a connection with the mirror over the bathroom sink and for a brief second, I kind of recognized my face. My appearance this morning gave a brief glimpse into my past and then it went away. But when I looked at myself in a mirror. The image I see now is similar to the one in that quick glimpse of me in the past. I noted the swelling and dark rings developing around my eyes, peering into the mirror. I thought about how people always made some remark about my looks. Why did I look so awful? Why? My fist balled, closing the makeup bag. At that moment, I didn't know what had come over me. Me being cooperative and pleasant wasn't to my advantage. That’s not who
“Devon what should I do?” She asked after muting the call. “Take the call.” Devon poured himself a cup of coffee.. He could see Zari was deep in thought. So he took a seat at the table. She looked at him. Her body heaved, again and again. It was time to purge. Zari told Devon. “I agree we can’t keep ignoring his phone calls.” “Yes, so you should tell him goodbye so we can move on with our life." Devon hugged her, and her stomach finally settled. Now she could finally put it all to rest finally. “Hello Evan. Please listen to me first. I'm so sorry, I had no idea not responding to your call for these months would bring you here. I am the biggest procrastinator there is. I'm the type if something is happening today or a problem arises. I tell myself that I will worry about tomorrow. It's the way I have coped with issues by telling myself to deal with them tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I face something new and have forgotten all about yesterday's concerns. But now that I'm appl
Zari remembers Devon, not from her past and she doesn't recall the vows from the past. The tragic kidnapping and accident have erased pieces of Zari's memory, including the recollection of her first wedding. The memory from photographs, pictures that capture the passion between them on that particular day, is her only memory in pictures. But she can't forget her loving husband, Devon she has now. After making court appearances, his brother's lawyer, in the end, pleaded insanity. Evan was going away to a mental institution where hopefully, he'll get the help he needs. Since his health didn't permit it, Devon's father had to humble himself and ask his oldest son to take over the family business entirely. Devon encourages his father to trust his sister Mina, who can manage the family business more successfully than he could ever. Once the dust settled, the reality of the problems of the Hightower family hit home. It was now time for Devon and Zari to concentrate on their life. Zari d
After telling Devon what happened to her, Zari could see that Devon was beyond angry. “Devon, I don’t want to share anymore. All you need to know, baby, is that I fought and fought to keep him from taking me until he put that towel over my nose and forced me into the back seat of his car. "Do you remember the make and model of the car Zari?" Devon anxiously asks. I think so, but I only remember the color, nothing much else, because before I passed out, he covered me with a blanket, and I quickly lost consciousness. Upon waking, I felt drugged and limp; my hands and feet were bound, and once inside his house, I was forced into the shower to shave. "Shave?" "Please don't make me share details." Devon nodded, "Tell me." Zari continued. "The man led me across the hall into a room; I tried to get away many times. That's when he handcuffs and leaves me alone for I don't know how long. Until I was dying of thirst and starving for food, and that was the beginning of my nightmare and
Zari finally awakened and she wasn't sure about anything. She just wasn't sure of much anymore only that she was unhappy and then suddenly happy. Being that the caretaker dropped the dose of meds, she was giving Zari. She began to cry a lot. She cried when it rained. She cried at the sound of gloomy music on the tv and radio.She cried over the fact that she cried and she cried because things lacked substance. Zari felt as if she was moving in slow motion, swimming through a sea of shadows. Then she said, “What an awful Metaphor,” she thought, and then she laughed asking herself, “What is a metaphor? How did I know that word?”Even though she didn't know what the word meant anymore, she had the feeling she'd known it, once before. She'd known a lot of things. Then again, maybe not. Something was wrong with her. Wrong, she thought.He told her the doctors said she was ill. Not that she recalls seeing a doctor. He told her that she had additional problems. “Your memory was failing her.
He stared at those pink panties she wore. His hand lingered over her center as if too excited to touch it. His eyes cascaded down her thighs to her legs. He realized she still had on her shoes. He hurried to the foot of the bed. “I'm sorry, that should have been the first thing I removed. Please forgive me, dear.” He said, looking up at her face and chuckling. Once he removed her shoes from her feet. He climbed back into bed, smiling non-stop. He wanted her; she was almost too precious to touch. But his twisted mind convinces him to make her his bride and wife. And he felt the only way is to have intercourse with her. That way, she will become his, and he would be able to wipe away the grime she's been living with all this time. "She will be all mine," He repeated breathlessly in heat. The sound of labored breathing, the crescendo of gasps and moans escaped his throat as he removed her bra and panties. His right hand cupped her breast while the other rubbed her mound. Zari lay th
She felt someone grab her from behind. She tried to scream as the white cloth was placed over her mouth. He held it there until she stopped moving and completely collapsed in his arms. He knew he had to avoid the cameras. The only one he saw was the one across the street. He maneuvered around the building getting behind the camera. He opens up his car door and puts her in the back seat. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Why didn't she just listen?” He got in the car and drove off. As Zari lay there on the backseat, knocked unconscious. He was rambling as if she could hear him. “Why didn't you listen?” He asked as he let out a sigh. “You heard everything I told you, and you know I was right about that punk Devon the first time. He shook his head, his lips trembling. “I don't get you, Zari. After all the abuse you've gone through, I'm here to protect you, and you don't want it.” He was coming in and out of insanity and sanity. “What did you say?” He looked back to the backseat
Instead of moving on and forgetting the past, he was trying to help her gain her memory even now after all this time. He seemed absorbed with the past and what had happened to the woman she was before. Zari has constantly questioned why her brain has chosen to erase or lock away her memory of her past life with Devon and their excellent beginning. She couldn't understand why something so good, so precious, she couldn't recall it. It was so aggravating. All she wants to clearly remember and cherish is the things they have experienced in the past six months. And to add, she is finally going to the Hightowers for dinner for the first time in their three-year marriage. ***** According to the Doctor, Zari's memory of time and events was returning. Sometimes when a patient's memory returns to them, they feel like they are reliving that moment. Devon was encouraged to give her time to go through the episode; once she has calmed down, she may be ready to reveal where she's in her memories.
She stormed out of the living room. Zari was determined to let him speak first. No more filling in the silences for him. No more assuming his quiet meant, "I love you, let's stay married even though I'm indebted to Susie." So she left him standing there as she slammed the door to her room. Devon plopped down on the sofa. He had to consider long and hard all that was said. Devon was shocked. He had thought all was well between the two of them now. "How did I not realize how bad this had hurt her? I must figure out how to return to Zari's good graces and life and tell her I'm not going anywhere. I thought the planning of the vow recital showed I was serious." Devon had been so distracted with trying to please Susie and keep his sanity, thinking only of the promise he had made to Susie, but sadly he never managed to keep in mind the vows he had made to Zari and how she must have felt all this time. Until recently, he'd finally dared to start doing it another way around. From now on, Za
"I've asked you this once and will ask you again. Are you pregnant or something for Devon? I don't understand why you can't let a man who has disrespected you this way go?" "No, I'm not pregnant, for my husband and I take my marriage vows seriously. However, Mike, I believe we make mistakes, and if we are repented, then they deserve a second chance," she said honestly. "So you're going back to him? I thought when you left with me tonight. You have made your decision." Mike's emotions caught in his throat slightly. "I don't know the full workings of the human heart… maybe I'll understand one day. But I do know how I feel about him, and I still get angry at him, but I know how I feel about my husband." "I'm still not following," Mike said quietly. "Even though our relationship is in question, I knew I loved him before I married him. We've been together off and on for three years. And what I have for you is love, but falling in love with you that hasn't happened. There's an attractio