But I couldn’t remember any of it.
I frowned, like waking up from a bad dream.
His voice made my head hurt worse. I covered
my ears, trying to block him out.
“You’re too loud. I don’t want to see you,” I
yelled.
A baby started crying in the next room.
I froze.
Flashes of memories swirled in my head, but I
couldn’t quite grasp them.
I turned to Mark, my eyes wide. “I… I need to
feed the baby. But… who am I feeding?”
“What am I forgetting?”
Mark’s face softened with concern. He came
over and took my hand, trying to reassure me.
“Leo’s with your parents. They went on
vacation together.”
I recoiled, jumping away from him.
“I don’t believe you. Who are you?!”
Mark looked stunned.
His mouth opened and closed, like he didn’t
know what to say. Regret flashed in his eyes.
Brittany was being ignored, and it pissed her
off. She coughed loudly, pulling Mark’s
attention back to her.
Mark put his arm around her and said to me,
“I’m going to take Brittany to the hospital.
You need to rest.”
A few days later, Mark ignored my protests and dragged me back home.
He held me in his arms.
I leaned against his chest, hearing his muffled
voice.
“Sarah, it’s better this way, with you having
amnesia. Let’s just… stay together.”
I was still lost.
I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
Then, I saw it: a cute, little yellow baby bottle.
Pain shot through me again, like nails being
hammered into my skull.
Mark saw me staring at the bottle.
“Leo’s coming back soon,” he stammered.
I screamed, pushing Mark away and running
to grab the yellow bottle.
A voice inside my head screamed, This isn’t
right! This isn’t right!
I held the bottle, my hands shaking, reaching
toward the crib.
“Leo needs his bottle.”
But I was horrified to see the crib was empty.
I opened my mouth and started shouting,
running through the house, opening every
closet.
“Leo, where are you? My Leo!”
But he wasn’t there.
How could he not be there?
Mark stood in the doorway, tears welling in
his eyes. He whispered my name.
“Sarah…”
He reached for me, but I shoved him away,
scratching his arm.
I started seeing things: Mark holding my Leo,
lifting him up and throwing him to the ground.
I screamed, No, you can’t hurt my Leo!
I grabbed the first thing I could find and threw
- it.
Mark looked like he was in agony. He rushed
over and hugged me, his tears falling on my
neck.
I snapped out of it, collapsing on the floor,
sobbing.
“Mark… I don’t want your love. I don’t love you
either. Just give me back Leo, please?”
“I regret this. I shouldn’t have loved you…”
Mark’s eyes were filled with despair.
He knelt down
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grabbing my wrists
He knelt down, grabbing my wrists.
“Sarah! Calm down, please!”
“Sarah, I’m sorry. I swear, I’ll find Leo, safe
and sound…”
Mark kept apologizing, but all I could feel was
the pain in my wrists.
I tried to speak, but instead, I vomited blood.
Mark panicked, wiping the blood from my
mouth.
“Sarah, I’m taking you to the hospital,” he
cried.
He tried to pick me up, but I wouldn’t move.
I gave him one last, despairing look.
“Let’s get a divorce,” I said.
Mark’s eyes were filled with stubbornness. He pried my hands away, but with a strength I couldn’t argue with.
“Sarah, you’re sick. You need a doctor. You’ll
be fine after that.”
My heart died.
“She just has some blood clots. She’ll be fine
soon,” said Jason, looking at Mark holding my hand, with suppressed anger.
Suddenly, he asked,
“I heard that she is going to get a divorce.
What will you do?”
Mark kissed my hand, looking serene.
“I have found my son, and she won’t be filing for divorce soon.”
Jason left with an annoyed expression.
I had a long dream about the girl and the boy.
Later, they got married.
I watched the girl almost die in the hospital. The boy begged the god to save the girl and
the boy’s life.
I watched the boy tuck in the boy and girl and
kissed their heads and comforted the boy.
I saw a lot of them.
I still don’t remember their faces.
“Sarah, you are the villain and shouldn’t think
about anything that is good.”
I opened my eyes.
Mark hugged me.
“It is good you woke up.”
I slapped Mark across the face.
It was clear with my fingers across his face.
He did not say anything and rubbed my hand.
“Did I hurt you?”
I put out my hand and said, “Let’s get a divorce. Give me my son.”
Mark got me a glass of water.
“Your throat is sore.”
I said, “Get out of my face. You are
disgusting.
I will never forgive you. Either you die or we
get a divorce!”
Mark was sad and hugged me.
“I will not sign anything.
I will sue you after 2 years.”
I don’t want to see him.
Mark’s eyes changed.
“Do you know where your son is?”
“Are you threatening me?”
I just don’t want a divorce.
“You will be here and I will get you out of the
hospital and we will see our son.”
I am getting more scared and don’t know
what to do.
“You will have Brittany there. We need some
space.”
I don’t want to talk to him and just asked,
“Where is my son?”
He went to kiss my head and I turned away.
“Your son has been crying.‘
I turned to him and screamed, “Where is my
son?”
He said, “You used to love her more.”
You shouldn’t dream so much. You liked
Brittany, and I will let you get away with it.
We will ignore each other and they won’t get
hurt.
“You loved me before and you just want to
work on it?”
