Chapter 2: Where is My Wife?

The last thing she wanted was to look the way she did and go visit her mother and so she wiped the evidence, splashing cold water on her face then cleaning it with a paper towel.

She leaves the restroom, going back to the reception area which seemed a lot more quiet than a few minutes ago when she’d been there.

Amelia goes to her mother’s room, knocking softly before entering but who lay before her startled her.

Instead of her mother, there was a man, plugged into an oxygen mask...

Startled, she took a step back having entered the wrong room, she turned to leave but then paused at the sense of familiarity she could feel towards this person.

Amelia walks to the man’s hospital bed, clearly seeing the face behind the oxygen mask.

“Dax...” What was he doing here?

She reached her palm to his forehead, her gaze fixated on him—His had grown more handsome over the years.

She dragged her hand to his cheek, caressing it.

The patient brow creased, and his eyes fluttered but remained closed.

Amelia felt a cold aura that seemed to surround him even while he slept, she concentrated on the feel of his stubbled cheek not quite fully grown.

The man's eyes slowly opened and at that moment Amelia locked gazes with him. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat, and her heartbeat widely.

She’d been caught, fear gripped Amelia's heart as she pulled her gaze away from Dax, storming out of the hospital room in a hurry, and then out of the hospital, as though being chased.

Not long after she left the hospital room, the nurse in charge of the patient room came in and saw the patient awake, then she rushed out to call for the doctor.

…

An hour later at the patient’s room, a doctor was in the middle of running a minor physical examination on the patient, and no later than when he ended it, the door of the hospital room opened, revealing a woman, whose beauty had aged gracefully over the years.

“Doctor how is my son” The woman came to stand beside her son’s hospital bed'

“Chairwoman” the doctor gave a low bow. “we’ve just finished a basic examination, and from what I gathered his physically fine”

“Is that so?” the woman reaches for her son.

“Yes, however, we still have to run a thorough examination of his condition to make sure all is well.”

“Why? Is there something wrong doctor?”

“Not necessarily, it’s just basic procedure. Now that the patient is awake a thorough examination will have to be conducted since the patient has been in a coma for three years.

“Perform all the tests as soon as possible and make sure nothing goes wrong with my son.”

“Yes ma’am”

Dax's gaze fluttered but didn’t open, as the noise filtered through his subconscious, the voices becoming clearer, and a headache began at the back of his head. He opened his eyes to see his mother standing with a man he presumed was the doctor in charge of him.

“Dax darling… doctor my son’s awake.” His mother saw him awake.

Too loud…

Dax squinted his eyes, the sun was getting in his way.

His mother was been too loud, as her anxious voice came at him, increasing the migraine he felt.

A flurry of sound kept buzzing at his ear. Then he closed his eyes, letting it remain shut for a while.

“Doctor is he truly, okay?” his mother asked the doctor, seeing her son so unresponsive after three years.

“It's common for a coma patient to have bouts of consciousness, we’ll do a mental assessment of his condition just to be sure, but know he is awake.”

Dax heard what the doctor said, he wasn’t unconscious, instead, he couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes for too long.

A warm feeling came to his forehead, like someone had touched him. The image of that woman with a blue iris flashed in his memory.

He opened his eyes to take a peek if it was her, but it wasn’t instead, it was his mother's hand on him, she and the doctor were the only ones there.

A sense of disappointment washed over him at the thought of that woman not being here.

Right, who was she? That woman…

Dax felt an ache much higher than the migraine he’d felt as it came from his mind, and images of that woman came at him, scenes of them together, how they met, them dating and the day of their marriage, then he remembered he’d gotten into a car accident whilst going on a business trip.

“Wi-wife… where is… my… wi-f-e” Dax opened his gaze, finding his mother’s “Where is… my wife... mother?”

The ache was unbearable, and Dax fell unconscious not able to withstand the ache any longer.

Stunned, the woman watched her son closely.

What did he just say?

The chairwoman cast a glance at the doctor, as a sense of unease coursed through her “Is this common doctor?”

“…”

“…no, it isn’t…”

…

Amelia beat herself up for what had happened at the hospital. She shouldn’t have done that.

Going into someone else’s room, touching their faces, caressing them… she shouldn’t have done that.

Why did she do that? Fu*k!

She kicked at a can on the road startling a pedestrian walking beside her.

Amelia made gestures of apologies, but the stranger walked past her, avoiding her at all costs—she deserves that.

No one would want to walk beside a raving lunatic; Amelia sighed.

A lot calmer, she gazed at the people on the street noticing that most pedestrians out and about, wore office wear. That means it was closing time for most office workers.

Amelia gazed at these strangers with longing—What was she doing?

People her age work at stellar companies, getting jobs that can support their lifestyle and family, and what of her?

How about her? While she graduated from a local college and had scraps for food to eat, as life dealt her one blow, after another—she could never be one of them...

As low as a dog, that's what she was, she could never be in anybody's league—especially not his league, not anymore…

No! She should stay away… far away from his radar, where he wouldn’t see her tortured, she’d just about break if he did…

There was no point peeling old scars.

For the past ten years she hadn’t met anyone she knew from high society and how would she... they weren’t in the same status anymore.

Today was just an accident...

Almost at her house, Amelia took a turn at the corner of an old building entering the alley, it was nearly sundown, and she had to be back home before that happened.

The crunch of two distinct rugged boots sounded from behind Amelia, as her instinct pointed at danger, she was being followed.

She looked ahead, quickening her pace, just ahead of her was another corner and she’d be out of the alley.

But she didn’t reach that corner, as two men; both looking menacing and all covered up with tatt, came from that spot, men she knew.

They both glared at her, and Amelia turned to bolt, but slammed into a body behind her… she was trapped.

“Hey, hey, hey, would you look at that, it’s pretty Amelia” Mike, Dylan, Drake, and Dash, entrapped her in a circle of four.

With her heart in panic Amelia took a step away from Dash “You were following me”

“Of course, we were… had to make sure you and your mother haven’t run away,” Dash said.

“By the way, where is your mother?” Dylan asked, pulling her to face him.

Startled by the pull Amelia tripped and almost fell, but was caught by Drake, and he wrapped his hand around her.

Disgusting.

“Don’t touch me,” Amelia pulled herself away, gaining balance on her feet. “We haven’t run away. I promise you will get your money back.”

“And how do you plan to pay? Scraping at that miserly diner you work at?” Dylan scowled. His gaze fierce and all the more demeaning.

“Did you forget the amount your mother owes us? Fifteen Million dollars… is that what you want to pay while working a diner?” Drake glowered annoyed.

Amelia’s hands shook in fright and so she balled them into fists to stop their momentum.

The last thing she wanted was to let these men know she was afraid.

“Look I’m hunting for a job, and soon I’ll get steady cash, you’ll get your money”

“How long will that take to pay, working a regular nine-to-five job?” Dash leaned forward hovering above Amelia, his act of intimidation was so successful.

“And speaking of job… we’ve got a job for you” Mike started his eyes crazed, like a dog in heat. “It’ll get you steady cash flow and you can pay us and support the family,”

“No” Amelia gritted out the word.

“Oh, come on” Mike continued “… you are being foolish… all it will take is for you to spread your legs and let a man fu*k you, and get paid... I could be your first man, and you get money you’ve never seen in your Fu*kin—”

Amelia swung.