Monica POV
My eyes fluttered open slowly, gazing at the ceiling. I felt strange in my head and my legs hurt. My eyes moved from side to side, a look of confusion and exhaustion on my face.
“Hey you’re finally awake” I heard a deep voice beside me “How do you feel?” He asked.
I looked at the man, light-skinned with black hair and a charming smile. I stared confusingly at him, a sense of discomfort engulfing me.
“Who are you?” I asked, shifting my gaze from him to the bed and searching the whole room with my eyes “Where am I?”
“I’m Ethan,” he said “Your husband” he added.
I instantly shifted my gaze to him in shock “My husband?” I asked, obviously shocked by this new revelation.
“Yes I’m your husband and we are married with two kids. Twins be too precise” he said and I felt my brows knitting together on my forehead.
“I’m married with kids?” I asked, ranking through my memories to remember anything but all I saw was emptiness.
“Yes you are,” he said.
“But why can’t I remember? Why is everything just empty?” I asked, confused about the reason I can’t remember anything.
“Because you had brain surgery two days ago. You’re just waking up now” the man said, leaning close to me and taking my hand in his.
I looked at his Hazel colored eyes and for some reason, I didn’t feel any connection with him. I felt nothing. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember anything. I told myself
“Okay,” I said, taking my hands off his and I could see the look of sadness in his eyes. I felt bad but I just wasn’t sure of anything he told me. I didn’t know him and didn’t know if he could be trusted.
“Can you tell me about myself? Tell me what I did in the past, my family, my kids, just tell me everything I need to know about myself” I said, curiosity taking the best of me.
“We got married after you divorced your ex-husband who cheated on you and_”
“Wait what?” I said, shocked by what he just said: “I have an ex-husband?”
“Yes, you do. His name is Nicholas and he is the biological father of your kids. He cheated on you with his housekeeper and when you caught him, he forced you to sign the divorce papers”
“He did that? How mean can he be? So how did I meet you? How did we get married? Where are my kids now? Do I have parents? Do you have parents?” I asked, eager to know everything about myself.
Since this man claimed to be my husband, then he ought to be the best person to tell me everything I have to know about myself.
“yes, you have a mother. I no longer have a family. Your kids are staying at your ex-husband’s house right now back in the US”
“We live in the US?” I asked, staring at him with my eyes widened
“Yes we do” he responded.
“Where are we now?” I asked, taking another look at the room.
“We are in Germany right now. We came here because of your brain surgery” he said and I finally understood why I was here in a hospital.
“Okay,” I said, then he continued
“We met after your husband divorced you. We fell in love and we got married” he explained and I sighed.
I don’t know what sort of life I might have lived but I hoped it was a good one. I hoped I treated my kids well. I hope I treated my mother well. I hope I didn’t hold a grudge for my ex-husband when I caught him cheating.
“What are you thinking about? You seem quiet” he said, sitting on my bedside and taking hold of my hand as he placed a kiss on it.
I smiled a little but I didn’t feel any sort of attachment to him. I couldn’t feel anything. I lost my memories but aren’t I supposed to remember how I felt about certain people?
For some strange reason that I can’t explain, I felt anger and coldness in my heart for this man who claimed to be my husband.
“I’m just wondering what sort of life I lived,” I said and a sad yet small smile appeared across his lips.
“I’m happy you’re back in my arms Monica. I’ve missed you so much” he whispered and I frowned at his statement.
Back in his arms? What did he mean by that? Did I ever leave him?
These questions ran through my head but I decided not to ask anything. I need more information but certainly not from my claimed husband.
I needed to know what someone else story about me. I had a strong gut feeling that I shouldn’t listen to only Ethan and I was going to follow my gut.
“Monica?” I said, “Is that my name?” I asked.
“Yes darling, your name is Monica,” he said then stared at me with affection in his eyes “Monica Knight” he added.
He leaned closer to me and wrapped his hands around me, his chin on my forehead “I love you my darling and I’m glad you’re back with me” he said and I found his words suspicious and weird
“Back to you? Was I ever gone?” I asked, taking my head from under his chin and staring at him confusingly
“Yes you almost left me when you did the surgery,” he said and I uttered oh, my mouth round. I finally understood what he was saying.
“What are the names of my kids?” I asked, suddenly remembering what he told me about my kids.
“Macy and Mason,” he said, and for some strange reason, I liked the names and I already like my kids. It was nice to know that I have kids.
“A boy and a girl?” I asked, a smile on my face as I imagined what they looked like.
“Yes, a boy and a girl” he replied.
“Do they look like you or me? When do I get to see them? How old are they?” I asked, having an inner sense of happiness as I heard more about my kids.
“They aren’t up to a year yet but they stole your amazing blue eyes,” he said and I blushed, finding his words charming.