Monica’s POV
“Honey”, Nicholas called out again, this time standing beside Ethan’s car and knocking hard on the window.
Fear engulfed me, my breath trembling as my chest went up and down. I couldn’t believe I followed Ethan thinking he was Nicholas. If I were to be kidnapped, it wouldn’t be that hard at all.
“Honey”, Nicholas called out again, and I forced a smile and opened the car door, about to step down from Ethan’s car.
“Why did you follow me if you knew you were going back to him?” Ethan’s low voice sounded beside me, his voice laced with sadness.
I didn’t give a reply because I had nothing to say to him. What was I going to tell him? That I had an illness and I tend to forget things and people because of the illness? I thought he was Nicholas. That’s why I followed him inside his car. No, this was better left a secret.
I highlighted Ethan’s car and instantly Nicholas engulfed me in a tight hug. “Are you all right? Are you hurt? Did that bastard try to kidnap you? Did he forcefully drag you to his car?”
Nicholas asked, his blue eyes filled with deep concern as his eyes roamed around my body in fear.
“I’m all right” I managed to reply, my voice low as tears gathered in my eyes.
“Why were you in his car?” Nicholas asked, worry etched on his face.
I swallowed hard, searching through my thoughts to think about how I sounded to answer his question.
“He said he just wanted to talk” I responded, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“So he couldn’t talk there in the restaurant? He decided to talk and drive too. That bastard” Nicholas said, gritting his teeth as he looked at the black car behind me.
“Let’s just go home please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper with tears already gathering in my eyes. I didn’t want Nicholas to notice my strange behavior, so I started walking to his car.
The fact that I was taken by my ex thinking he was my husband just made me realize how close the day of death was fast approaching.
“Honey, are you all right?” Nicholas asked, holding me by my wrist, making me pause in my tracks.
I sniffed quickly and forced a smile, then turned around to face him “I’m fine honey” I said, forcing a radiant smile, but Nicholas still looked at me suspiciously.
“Did that bastard do anything to you? Did he try to hurt you?” Nicholas asked again, not convinced by what I said earlier.
“I’m fine honey. I am” Thinking back to Ethan’s conversation, I should have noticed that Ethan wasn’t Nicholas.
Ethan continued calling me Monica, but I didn’t pay attention to it. Secondly, he had his suit jacket on and I still didn’t suspect anything.
The fact that I was seeing two Nichols at the same time scared the shit out of me. My brain was rapidly deteriorating and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Okay let’s go,” Nicholas said, glaring one last time at Ethan, who refused to step down from his car because he was scared of being hit by Nicholas.
I burst into our bedroom and burst into uncontrollable as I crashed hard on the ground, losing all strength left in me to stand.
The tears I had been holding finally rushed down my cheeks as I wailed, pain and sadness engulfing my sad heart.
It wasn’t up to three weeks anymore, and I feared the fate that was slowly approaching my way. I was going to leave my kids. I was going to leave the man who treated me like a queen.
“Monica, are you okay?” Nicholas asked again, worry clouding his usually bright demeanor.
I just couldn’t speak but sobbed even more. Life was unfair. I had just started getting happy, and now I was about to leave that happiness.
Nicholas just engulfed me in a comforting embrace, his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, indicating his presence.
Nicholas held me tightly to himself until I had stopped sobbing and slowly removed his hands which were wrapped tightly around me. “Honey, please you’re scaring me. What is bothering you? Talk to me” Nicholas said, his voice trembling as he gazed at me softly.
I raised my hands to his cheeks, memorizing every detail of the man I love, caressing his cheeks with my thumb as my gaze fell on his plump perfect lips.
I can’t believe life wasn’t giving me a chance to enjoy all the sources of happiness I had in my life.
I leaned closer to his face and captured his lips in mine, trying to memorize how it felt like to kiss Nicholas, to kiss my husband, to kiss the father of my kids, to kiss my lover.
I could feel him trying to break the kiss, but I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck as I didn’t want him to break the kiss. I just wanted to be with him right now.
I wanted to feel him, to touch him, and to memorize everything about him. If there’s anyone who I shouldn’t forget even after my death, it should be Nicholas.
“Honey, your actions and silence are scaring me”, Nicholas managed to say, his voice rough and filled with desires just as I wanted.
“Just feel and don’t think. I want to be with you” I said, pausing for the kiss and staring at his blue eyes which had already darkened with Desire.
“You were crying some minutes ago, and now you want s*x? Did Ethan try to force himself on you?” He asked, his voice rough and laced with worry.
“I just want you to touch me” I whispered in his ears, placing little kisses on his ears as my hands began to roam on his chest.
I needed to make him forget about what had happened that day. This was just my way of distracting him from asking further questions I wasn’t ready to answer.
If I was going to die weeks from now then I should at least enjoy my last days with my husband.