Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

<Azaria>

I just arrived home. I'm at the gate and feeling nervous. I know Nick is already here because his car is parked outside.

I looked at the guard, and he greeted me. I bit my lower lip. I'd rather jump off a cliff than face Lanvin's angry face.

"Ma'am, sir was waiting for you earlier. He seems to be in a bad mood," the guard said while I was still at the gate, hesitating to enter.

His words made me even more anxious.

"Manong, is he still not asleep?" I asked him. I knew he would wait for me. I always sleep earlier than him.

"I don't know, ma'am, hehe," he replied while scratching his head.

I took a step forward.

Whatever happens, happens.

I walked inside, my whole body trembling.

"Where have you been?" A cold and intimidating voice greeted me. I wasn't even inside yet, just at the door.

It felt like he poured cold water on me with the coldness of his voice.

"Who the fuck is the man you're with? Did you go to a hotel, huh!" He said angrily.

What? What hotel is he talking about?

"Answer me, Azaria!" He said angrily, giving me a stern look.

"What are you talking about?" I said fearfully. My hands were trembling. I'm praying hard.

"Don't you think I wouldn't know? Am I not enough? Did you enjoy his company, huh! So this is the reason why you wanted to go with me to the company. To see your fucking man!" He yelled loudly, clenching his fist.

"What are you saying? I don't have any man, and he's not a man. We didn't go to a hotel. Don't you trust me, Lanvin?"

"You can't fool me, Azaria Mclaren! I will fucking kill that bastard!" He said determinedly.

I felt fear because it seemed like he's used to killing and would carry out his threats.

"Are you going crazy, Lanvin? We didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what do you want me to feel! You had been with him since morning. Damn it! It's already 10 am! Does a decent woman come home at this hour, huh!" He said angrily. He's fuming with anger.

I felt hurt by the things he was saying. He's accusing me of things that are not true.

"Damn it, am I not enough for you, huh!" He asked, gripping my arm tightly.

"Lanvin, what is wrong with you! You're scaring me!" I said, trying to free myself from his grip.

His eyes were red, and he held on to me tightly.

"You don't trust me," I said, filled with resentment.

"I don't give a shit! You fucking cheated on me!" He accused me.

I slapped him with my free hand.

"Fuck you, Lanvin Nikolai! You're not my fucking husband! You're my second husband! Damn you! Did you think I wouldn't find out the truth? You fucking killed my husband!" I said angrily, looking into his eyes as I revealed everything I knew.

He let go of me after hearing what I said.

"Do you think I wouldn't find out? You tried to kill me. You killed my husband. How dare you, Lanvin!"

I pushed him away.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You were the one who cheated, and you're accusing me of something I didn't do."

This man is so good at manipulating.

"Lanvin, tell the truth! Camille told me everything! You know the man I was with! You know he's my friend! And what about the pictures of us on your laptop, huh!"

I went to his office and checked his computer. I saw everything there. He has known me for a long time, and he was stalking me.

I've been so afraid to come home because of what I found out. He might kill me this time.

"You're tired. Let's rest, wife," he said, trying to touch me, but I slapped him again.

"I don't know how it all happened. Everything is still blurry and questionable. I remember getting married. I remember the pictures I saw on your computer," I weakly said to him.

I can't tell when those things happened in my life. I don't know what age I am or where I am.

"Lanvin, you're not my real husband. What did you do? I don't remember waking up in the hospital after my accident," I asked him weakly.

He fell silent.

"Answer me!" I shouted.

"I thought you loved me? Why are you doing this to me?" I retorted.

"You're not my original wife," I stated the fact.

"We're married. I'm your husband. We're married. You're my wife," he said, sounding desperate, and he held my arm tightly.

"We're happy, right, wife? I know you love me," he said desperately.

I silently cried.

"Forget about him. I am here. We're legally married."

"You're crazy, Lanvin. What did you do to me?"

I feel like I'm going crazy. My head is hurting, and there are so many dots that I can't connect. There are so many questions in my mind.

When did I get married to Russell? Why can't I remember working in his company? I know we were childhood friends with Lanvin, and I know he was adopted. I know I enjoyed a comfortable life, traveling here and there. What part does Russell play in my life? But I remember the pictures.

"Wife, the important thing is the present."

I pushed him hard.

"Don't try to sabotage me with your words of wisdom! You're a killer! You deserve to be in jail!"

I remembered how Russell and I were chased by him before. Until he hit his head and I don't remember anything after that, waking up in a hospital.

Most of the pictures and videos were copied from the CCTV cameras. He was a creepy male addict, a male stalker.

"I don't want to love a killer!"

I still have many questions I want answers to. How did he delete those scenes?

I feel like there are deleted scenes in my memory.

I married a Psycho Killer. My husband is psychotic.

"I don't want you! Damn you! I don't even know who I am anymore. I feel empty! What did you do to me!" I shouted loudly. I want to go crazy because of the frustration I'm feeling.

I'm so confused.

"You don't need to remember everything. You're supposed to forget him. I am here. I am your husband."

I couldn't believe him.

"A manipulative husband," I corrected him.

My head is throbbing with pain. My eyes are getting heavy, but I'm fighting it. My body is tired from the journey, and my stomach hurts – probably from hunger. I haven't eaten yet because I want to know everything.

"Do not touch me!" I couldn't push him away because I'm getting weak.

"I hate you, Lanvin. I-"

I couldn't finish what I was saying because I lost consciousness.

"Wife!"

"Ma'am Azaria!"

I woke up in a hospital. I had an IV drip. I looked beside me and saw Nikolai holding my hand as he slept peacefully.

I removed his hand from mine. I couldn't accept that I'm married to a killer.

I'm not done searching for answers. I want to know from him why I can't remember certain things. I have deleted memories.

"W-wife," he said when I pulled my hand away, waking him up.

"How are you?" His voice sounded groggy.

He looks stressed and hasn't rested yet.

"I called the doctor," he informed me. Before I could avoid it, he kissed me on the forehead.

The doctor asked me questions and checked on me.

"Good to hear. Don't stress yourself too much, and avoid getting tired. You have to take care of your body. I already referred you to an ob-gyne to check your condition and your baby."

I felt like I was in shock by what the doctor said.

"What do you mean?" Lanvin asked.

"She's pregnant," the doctor said.

What?