The Stand In Wife's Revenge novel Chapter 9

The Stand In Wife’s Revenge

Chapter 9

The sting of bewilderment and dissatisfaction was all the while pushing down at my chest as I wiped the tears from my face.

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The main thing that appeared to be natural to me was the suitcase across the room and my hand shook as I went after it. I zipped it open and fumbled with its items.

The clothes were delicate and looked expensive and they were folded too perfectly. I couldn’t distinguish the designer labels that lined within and everything appeared to be more lavish than I might have owned.

Vulnerability grasped my heart as I contemplated whether I was wealthy, had I been voyaging or was this my life? My brain was hustling as I raked my fingers through the textures yet every time I attempted to remember anything, the stinging pain in my head just increased.

1 let out a sigh, grasped my head and groaned as the strain felt like an unconquerable weight.

“Why can’t I remember?“I asked myself faintly feeling so unimportant despite everything

I shut my eyes trying to drive the haze away. I was surprised by the clothes in the suitcase and kept on gazing at them when I touched it.

Despite the fact that my head was hurting relentlessly, I continued to go further into the bag with expectations of tracking something. Something hard and metallic brushed against my fingers.

With my heart beating I stopped and took out two sensitive looking pieces of jewelry, their gold chains flickering in the low light. They were excessively exquisite to be something I might have bought or worn in light of the sparkling gemstones in the center.

I felt an odd overpowering feeling of possessiveness as I grasped them. As I took a look at them vulnerability started to sneak in. Did these have a place with me by any means, would I say I should be wearing them? How had they gotten into my bag?

A knot began to shape in my throat as disarray moved through me. Yet again my head throbbed yet this time the tears I had been holding flowed.

Why couldn’t I recall? With the heaviness of all that overwhelming me like a concealed power, I cried in silence. I didn’t know what my identity was or what had carried me to this point, I didn’t have any responses or recollections.

The main pieces I could assemble were pieces and bits of what happened recently. The card.I assumed I had previously neglected it. It was next to me, the plain white business card bearing the name Alexander Navarro in enormous dark letters.

I looked at it as I gradually took it, my fingers shaking. I was ignorant regarding Alex’s personality. I couldn’t even remember him or the occasions that brought him into my life.

Anyway, something about the manner in which he had offered me his help and the manner in which he had seen me stuck out…something that provided me with a flicker of good faith, an expectation that I didn’t know I should believe.

I flipped the card over in my hand, his words so frigid yet peculiarly consoling. Maybe he truly needed to help me.

He seemed to have the means. But the specialist had been clear

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there was no place else for me to go so I had no other choice, isn’t that right?

I will leave this hospital tomorrow. Then, at that point, how would I remember my past? Maybe I could consider his deal.

I could leave and head out to a different place. Perhaps my memory would return by then. Maybe I would find who I was finally.

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Chapter 9

I groaned and took a look at the card again, thinking about my choices. Conflicted between need and dread, my heart dashed.

Was it off base of me to trust him? Would I at any point trust anybody? There could have been no other choice, was there?

I shut my eyes briefly and gathered my thoughts. Alex’s deal could give me the support I needed.

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I wanted somebody to help me recover so maybe he was correct. In any case, how might that influence my future? Consider the possibility that I was forever caught in this amnesia. Consider the possibility that I was always unable to review what my identity was.

The choice was burdening me more than I needed to recognize so I groaned again. Something about it didn’t feel completely right. In any case, what was my choice?

I breathed in again as I tried to get to my feet while holding the card firmly. I will leave the hospital tomorrow. I didn’t know where I was going or what lay ahead. All that I knew was that I needed to make a choice – and quickly.

My head turned reflexively as I froze when the door squeaked open. The nurse appeared in the door checking on me with a delicate kindness and sympathetic eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.” I just needed to know how you’re doing before I go. I understand it’s a lot to process.”

Slowly, with my head hurting I smiled.

Her eyes were sympathetic as though she knew the weight of what I was going through however she gave me a little smile.

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