Chapter 2 Who Is My Husband

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?"

She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?"

I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?"

The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

Richard Walker. The name sounded unfamiliar, like a distant echo that I couldn't quite place. I looked down at Tommy, who was now looking up at me with curiosity and a hint of fear. "Tommy, do you like your dad?" I asked gently.

Tommy nodded hesitantly. "He's nice to me. He buys me toys and takes me to the park."

I forced a smile, trying to reconcile this information with the blank slate of my memory. "That's good," I said, though I couldn't shake the unease that settled in my chest. If Richard was my husband, why did I feel no connection to him?

"Is there anything else I should know?" I asked the woman, my voice trembling slightly. "Anything that might help me understand what's happening?"

The woman hesitated, glancing at Tommy again before answering. "It's best if you rest for now. Mr. Walker will be home soon, and I'm sure he'll be able to answer all your questions."

I nodded, though her words did little to quell my anxiety. As she gently guided Tommy out of the room, I lay back on the bed, my mind racing. Who was Richard Walker? What kind of life had I been living before the accident? And why did it all feel so wrong?

Sleep eluded me as I tossed and turned, my thoughts swirling with unanswered questions. When I finally drifted off, my dreams were filled with fragmented images and elusive memories, like puzzle pieces that refused to fit together.

When I awoke the next morning, the sun was already streaming through the windows. The sound of voices drifted up from downstairs, and I could hear Tommy's laughter mixed with the deeper tones of an unfamiliar man. My heart raced as I realized that Richard must be home.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself out of bed and made my way to the door. My legs still felt unsteady

The bodyguard from the previous day were no longer there which I was glad for.

Unsteadily, I made my way down the hallway, marveling at the grandeur of the place. The house was enormous, its opulence evident in every detail, from the intricate moldings on the ceiling to the plush carpets underfoot. I could hear voices faintly in the distance and decided to follow them, hoping they might lead me to some answers.

The voices grew louder as I navigated the labyrinthine corridors, and soon I found myself at the top of a grand staircase. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the sweeping view of the lower floor before slowly descending. Each step echoed slightly in the vast space, a reminder of just how silent and empty this house felt despite its size.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I came face to face with a man who was looking directly at me. His dark hair and striking features caught me off guard. He had a presence that was both commanding and intimidating. For a fleeting moment, his face showed surprise, but it quickly shifted to one of contempt.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded angrily. “I thought I asked you to stay out of my sight.”

The harshness in his voice stung, and I took a step back, instinctively shielding Tommy behind me. Before I could respond, Tommy stepped out from behind me, his small face filled with determination.

“Mommy is no longer harsh ,” he said, his voice small but firm. “Daddy, stop talking to Mommy like that.”

The man, who I now assumed was Richard, glanced down at Tommy, his expression softening slightly. He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. “Tommy, go with your nanny,” he instructed, his voice softer but still authoritative. “I need to have a private discussion with this woman.”

Tommy looked up at me, his eyes wide with concern. “Mommy, are you okay?”

I nodded, giving him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Tommy. Go with the nanny, okay?”

Reluctantly, Tommy followed the nanny out into the hallways, casting worried glances back at us. Once they were out of sight, Richard turned his attention back to me, his expression hardening once more.

“Have you signed the divorce papers?” he asked suddenly, his tone sharp.

I looked at him, bewildered. “What divorce papers?”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly frustrated. “Oh, I heard you lost your memory, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be staying in this marriage with you anymore. As soon as you give birth, I need you to take your things and pack out. I will arrange for a place where you can stay conveniently. But I just need you to get the hell out of my life and leave me and my children alone and stop inflicting pain and injuries on us.”

His voice was laced with anger, each word cutting deeper than the last. I stood there, stunned, trying to process what he was saying. “I... I don’t understand,” I stammered. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Richard’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t understand? You were a nightmare, always lashing out, treating everyone horribly.

The weight of his words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. “I don’t remember any of that,” I said quietly. “I know I must have hurt you, and I’m sorry. But I want to make things right.”

He laughed bitterly. “Make things right? You think it’s that simple? You can’t just erase the past with good intentions. "You turned my life into a nightmare, and marrying you was the biggest regret of my life. "I know our marriage was arranged by our families, and from the beginning, I did everything in my power to make you feel comfortable, to create a loving and supportive environment for you," he began, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and bitterness. "I tolerated your coldness, your disdain, hoping that one day you might see how much I cared. But despite all my efforts, you chose a different path."

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he continued, "Instead of appreciating what we had, you constantly went out partying, drowning yourself in a lifestyle of excess and recklessness.

You sought out the company of different men, betraying the sanctity of our marriage time and time again. It wasn't just about infidelity; it was the blatant disregard for our vows, for the life we were supposed to build together."

His words hit me like a sledgehammer, each accusation piercing deeper than the last. "You made my life a living hell," he continued, his voice rising with emotion. "I regret the day I ever married you. You even tried to hurt my son, our son. Do you know how it felt to catch you in bed with another man? A man who wasn't me? That image is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of your betrayal."

He shook his head, his expression one of utter disillusionment. "And now, I can't even be sure if the baby you're carrying is mine. The trust between us has been shattered beyond repair. I don't even know why I'm here, wasting my breath discussing this with you."

His words trailed off as he turned away, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his anguish. I watched him walk away, feeling a mixture of shame and sorrow for something I was not even the one that committed it.