I squinted to the rays of lights and slowly opened my eyes.
I looked around.
The room looks shabby.
Too shabby for my liking.
But that shouldn't be my major concern now.
My head and shoulders hurt so bad.
My head is bandaged so are my upper arms and shoulders.
And I don't know where this place is.
A woman walks in.
"I'm so glad you're awake now"
She looks so familiar.
Her voice.... I've heard it before.
Who is she?
"Who are you?"I asked, curiously.
She frowned,minutely."You don't remember me?Can you remember anything?"
An ache struck my head.
I can't think of anything.
It's just severe pain I feel.
I can't even sit up.
I slowly shook my head.
"I'm.... I'm... Esmeralda Munoz and you're my husband, James Munoz,we are from Brazil and we just moved here a year ago when we got married"
I grimaced.
Why does what she said feel so unreal?
"What happened to me?"
"Oh you were a victim of some mafia shootouts that occurred down the street"She slowly held my hand.
"I feel so sad that you don't remember me but don't worry, we'll make new memories together"
I swallowed.
And just like that,I started adapting to living with Esme as my wife.
But when I lay down to sleep,I dream about another woman and I'm so incredibly happy with her.
How do I tell my wife that every night,I dream of someone else... someone so beautiful and her name is Sophia?"
*SOPHIA*
I was told to forget about him.
I was told to move on from him.
But his body was never found and I will keep hoping for a miracle.
Damien will come home.
Damien will come home to me and he'll see how much his son looks like him.
Damien isn't dead.
#DECEIT
#LOVE LOST.
This is the book 2 of fix me....so kindly read Fix me for a better understanding.
