The Threat
“Don’t even think of faking your condition.”
Ava jolted in her feet when she heard a voice from her back. It’s Maddy who she thought had already left.
“Oh, I thought you’re already leaving?” she asked, brows raising.
She knows when a person does not like her. Obviously, this Maddy hates her as Devon to the bone.
“Once Daemon finds out, he will never spare you even if you’re the mother of his child. He has suffered immensely from your absence so I suggest you come out as early as now.”
She paced towards her, her cunning eyes studying her expression very carefully.
“You think I’m only acting?” she exclaimed in disbelief. “You think I’d go through all that trouble because I’m only acting? Gosh! You’re as crazy as that evil man inside! I don’t care what you think, Maddy.”
She stormed past her but she managed to snatch her arm.
“What?!” Ava cried, annoyed.
Who is Maddy in Daemon’s life? Is she his lover? Did he cheat on Devon with her? Is that the reason why she ran away?
If I were her, I would also do the same.
The thought fueled her disgust for Daemon and Maddy.
“I got rid of you once. I could always do the same thing again. Be scared, Devon.”
She freed her arm from her clutch and smiled sinisterly. “I think you should be more scared, Maddy. I could gossip about you on social media and the paparazzi will instantly swarm you and your old husband. You know how ugly they could be. They could uncover your pretty little secrets that you buried deep down. Who knows what they could find out?”
She backed down. “Be careful, Devon. This is a new world for you again, one that I reign supreme.”
“Is that a threat? You are threatening me, Maddy.”
“I’m just telling you to be careful, honey. I see that you have a newfound courage now that you have no memories as you claim but once they come back, you’ll be back as the weak little wife of Daemon.”
Her statement serves as her confirmation. Maybe both of them framed her. She can tell that she’s so madly in love with Daemon but why weren’t they legally married? Technically, Devon is dead. Daemon can marry again.
“I’ll be more careful from now on. Thank you for your concern.”
Maddy tilted her head before grinning and sauntering away, her ass moved rhythmically under her silk tight skim dress.
She just gave her a fair warning that she will forever etch in her head as long as she’s staying with Daemon.
Ava went back into the room and stared at every furniture inside. They said seeing and touching your belongings will trigger the memories to come back.
“Is that the reason why I haven’t gotten my memories back for years? It’s because nothing tickles my memory because I’m not in my house and I don’t have my own things with me.”
Years ago, she woke up in a public hospital from a coma without any recollection of who she was before. No name, no address, not even a police report. All she knows is that she was involved in a drunk driving incident.
Keen on surviving, she started from scratch and began taking in numerous part-time jobs to live. She signed up for a therapy session in hopes to get her memory back but nothing happened, not even a dream.
So she just decided to live one day after another. There’s not enough reason trying to go back to the past when she has exhausted the possible means she can afford given her state.
But Daemon came into the picture and changed everything in her life and entangled her into a complicated web of lies and truth.
“I don’t look happy here,” she mumbled while glaring at their wedding photo she found in a photobook inside one of the drawers. “But I look so expensive here like a princess.”
Standing in front of the mirror, I compared myself with the woman in the picture. Their faces are the same, their bodies too but the Devon in the present who is staring back at the mirror doesn’t look anywhere like the same girl in the photo who is so delicate and elegant-looking.
She moved on to other things. She took out the clothes and tried wearing them but nothing cranked up her brain.
“Wait!” An idea entered her head. “I have a family! If I see them, then maybe I could remember something.”
Ava ran to the door to look for Daemon but he’s nowhere in the house. She saw Henry instead on the pool smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, Henry.”
Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and grounding it using his feet, Henry nodded at her and offered her a seat.
“Henry, I heard that you’re close with Devon I mean with me. What kind of person am I? Am I bad? Horrible? Would I really do something like hide our baby from Daemon?”
Nothing registered on his face. “I don’t know about your real intentions, Devon. All I know is that you have your own reasons that I am not aware of.”
“I never told you anything? Any hint?”
“No, nothing but…”
She held her breath waiting for him to finish.
“But?”
“But I know you’re not happy. Daemon is furious because you gave birth to a baby girl. He wants sons. Two sons.”
Dazed by the new information, Ava mindlessly walked around the house thinking about what she would make out of it. She heard a glass breaking from the balcony so she quickly peered to satisfy her curiosity.
Daemon is in the balcony with a bottle of liquor in his hand silently chugging it in while looking down below. Shards of broken glasses lined up the floor.
“Why do you have to do that to me, Devon? Why do you have to leave me?” he kept on repeating while tossing the bottle from his right hand to left hand. He’s obviously intoxicated.
Right at that second, she had made a promise to herself. She will remember everything about her supposed past as Devon Farrows, as the wife of this mafia boss.
She will find out the truth. She will find Emily. She will find her baby.
