“Who are you?” she repeated and he felt a single teardrop slip down his cheek.“Who—who am I?” he asked with his voice sounding choked.He turned to the doctor in charge. “What's wrong with her?”The doctor examined her and said. “We can't give an accurate diagnosis yet until she's properly examined by a well qualified doctor at the hospital. But it seems like she has a brain damage…”“A brain damage? Is it fatal?”“Like I said, Mr Perry, we can't know for sure till we've examined her at the hospital”Angela groaned, feeling her head throbbing.“What happened? Who are you guys and where are you taking me?”He squatted so he was looking directly into her eyes, he gave her hand a little squeeze as he spoke. “You're going to the hospital, you were involved in a small accident but you'll be okay.”Angela looked deep into his beautiful, blue eyes and felt as if she could trust this blue-eyed stranger with a calming deep voice. Even though she didn't know him, she felt as if she had seen
“I promise you, she'll pay, she'll regret crossing paths with me” he said with an ominous tone.“You just have to let it go, Annabelle isn't worth stressing yourself over”“I won't let it go, I can't. She must pay. I almost lost her, Jane. You have no idea how I felt in those few minutes of my life, seeing her in a pool of her own blood, holding her almost completely lifeless body. I thought I lost her forever. I would kill for her”He drew out of the embrace and wiped the tears on his face, feeling mortified that he broke down like this in someone's presence. Jane sensed his embarrassment and smiled.“No need to be embarrassed Tristan, everybody cries, you're no exception. Angela is really lucky to have you.”He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Thanks”The remaining few hours of the surgery was tense. Tristan would occasionally get up, pace around restlessly, mutter prayers, sit down and then repeat.Jane sat feeling helpless. She knew he was very worried, so was she but him pacin
He woke up the next morning to find his phone ringing. He realized he had fallen asleep on the chair with his head on the bed. He rubbed his tired and sleepy eyes, then checked his caller id. It was his mother, so he answered it.“Hi mum” his voice was hoarse.“Honey!” her sympathetic voice rang from the other end of the line. “Did I wake you up? I'm sorry. Alan called. He told me what happened. How is she?”Tristan glanced at Angela's comatose face and replied “hopefully, she'll be fine. She's unconscious though.”“What happened?” she asked in a concerning tone.Tristan sighed heavily.“It's a long story”“I've got time.”“Well…” He began and then told her everything. From the pregnancy to how her twin came to town to the whole kidnapping, the surgery, the amnesia and her ending up in a coma.His mother was silent for a while, probably trying to process the whole thing. When she eventually spoke, her voice was breaking and shook.“Mum, don't cry, she'll be okay.” he tried to reassure
The next day, Tristan instructed the bodyguards.“Your duty is to stand guard here and keep watch. If I'm not around, nobody else comes in or go out unless you receive confirmation from me first. Is that clear?”“Yes Sir!” they chorused as they left to assume their posts. Few minutes later, Ivy called Tristan. He reluctantly answered the call.“Yes?”“I heard what happened, I'm so sorry about it. Is she okay though?”He weighed the options of telling her or not telling her. He suspected that Annabelle had to have had some sort of help from someone. Someone who was probably hiding her now. It's been two days and still no news about her had reached him. Even though he didn't want to believe Ivy could be helping Annabelle, he knew her all too well. She did tell him that she doesn't consider Angela her friend anyway.He desperately wanted to believe that Ivy was not involved in this but he just couldn't shake the feeling.“She's okay” he responded simply.“That's good” she added in a s
She was discharged a week later when the bruises on her face had healed to some extent. The news about her amnesia was broken to her by the doctor and she was still in a daze for having forgotten three whole years of her life and her supposed boss seemed to be acting like their relationship was more than just an official relationship.For instance, why was she staying at his house if she was just his employee? And why was he always with her in the hospital? Surely he must have other employees and more important things to do but he is always with her in the hospital.Jane had assured her that she was staying at his house for her safety and when she asked what she meant, neither of them told her what it was she meant by ‘safety’Angela felt frustrated about the whole thing. It all seem very suspicious. They didn't even tell her how she had sustained the injury to her brain, all they told her was that she received a serious blow to the head.At a point, she began to suspect that maybe T
Tristan stared at her with mouth agape. “Wh—what did you say?” he asked, looking at her in shock.“D—do you remember?” She squinted her eyes suspiciously at him. He was shaking and no, it wasn't from the cold, it was because he had something to hide.“I had a flashback. I saw a pregnancy test with the word ‘pregnant’ on it. What does it mean?”She asked, scrutinizing him.He raked his fingers through his hair and averted his gaze.“Was that why I ended up with a brain injury? Did someone try to make me lose the pregnancy?”He began to look very uncomfortable now and she was growing impatient from all her unanswered questions.“Come on, talk to me!” she snapped impatiently, causing him to jump a little.He collected himself and held her shoulders.“Hey, you shouldn't be thinking so much, your brain hasn't fully recovered yet. Believe me, I know you want answers and I promise you, you'll get them soon enough. But you need to heal first.”He assured her.She still wasn't pacified. She
Tristan laid face down on the bed. He was having a headache. It didn't help that he was furious too.Why couldn't she understand that he was doing everything for her? The only thing she could point out was that she felt caged. Really?How short sighted could she be?It took all his willpower for him not to yell back at her earlier. Does she thinks she's the only one who can yell?He didn't want to yell and then feel guilty about it later. He already has enough guilt on his plate right now and he didn't need more.Plus, he had been warned that she would be more temperamental now.He heard loud knocking, he listened closely and discovered it was more like someone was banging the door. He sat up abruptly and listened more. The sound seemed to be coming from Angela’s room.He jumped to his feet and darted to her room in confusion. Why was she banging the door? Was she locked in?He got to the door and to his surprise, it was locked from the outside. Who dared to lock her in?He unlocked t
Ivy had always been a manipulative person. She had a way of getting what she wanted, no matter the cost. So when she learned that Angela had lost her memory due to the accident staged by her and Annabelle, Ivy saw that as an opportunity to manipulate her way into Angela's life and steal Jane's place as her best friend and also steal Tristan from her.She watched a doubting Angela fiddling with her phone as it kept ringing. “Aren’t you gonna answer it?” She asked with a gentle voice.Angela balled up her fists, feeling tears stinging the corner of her eyes. She pressed the red button, dismissing the call.Ivy smirked inwardly and patted her back gently.“I know how you feel Angela, believe me, I do. I couldn’t believe it too when I found out. She’s done lots of terrible things to you like uploading an intimate video of you and Tristan on the internet, spreading lies about you and even almost drowning you…”Angela’s head shot up instantly.“Drown me?”Ivy nodded with innocence showing