In a stunning twist of fate, the life of a billionaire hedge fund is turned upside down when Alison, the woman who saved his son's life, awakens from a 10-day coma believing she is not only his wife but also the loving mother of his children. The bo...
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Jake
I was so stupid, thinking she would follow my note. I should have checked the cameras in the afternoon instead of concentrating on working to return early. What if the boys misbehaved and got her angry, and she had done something after my mother left? I would not have found out until it was too late.
The only reason I let my mum convince me to open this house was that she agreed to be with the children for a few more weeks. But if I knew she would give in to Alison's wishes as she did today, we would be better off staying in New York for the time being, where nobody would knock on our door.
Coming here was a mistake. The community knew us all well. Mum was on the board of the Riverside committee. Not to mention, people here are nosy and would come by the house to "welcome" a new neighbour. Of course, they would ask several questions about her life while having tea, and soon, Alison would be invited to tea parties in other people's houses to talk about husbands and children, or they would expect her to host some meetings in my house.
Every time someone asked her something, she did not know the answer. She would come to me seeking answers like she did this evening. Fuck! What Mum said would be simple has become a nightmare.
When I entered the bedroom, Alison was sitting on the bed with her back resting on the bed frame and the duvet covering part of her legs. Tonight, she was wearing a pretty lace green nightgown with a lower cut on the front and for the first time, I saw her hair open. It was straight, and the ends fell past her stomach. It was way too long for a person of her height and made her look like an old maid.
I scanned her posture. Was she trying to seduce me? She might not have memories, but sure, the art of seduction to get something she wanted from me might come naturally. After all, she thought I was her husband, which was what wives do.
They seduce their husbands for money, for having another child without a mutual couple's agreement first, or, in Alison's case, to answer all the questions she had inside her head. The problem was that I had already told her everything I had learned about her life. The rest would have to be a made-up story—one that I was not inclined to fabricate.
As soon as our eyes met, she smiled at me and fixed her posture in bed. I stayed quiet. I will wait for her to start the conversation to see which way it would go.
I took my white shirt and blue tie off, and she still had not said a word, only staring at my body, and I could feel her eyes burning my skin. Did she desire me? Of course she did! What question was that? Everything in the diner showed that if I had not been with the children and had taken her to the cheap bathroom, she would have let me have my way with her. It would not have taken an expert to read her actions at the diner and realise she thought I was handsome and sure would give birth to my babies if I asked.
I stripped down to my black boxers and was still waiting to hear her voice with questions. I turned to her. She shamelessly scanned her eyes up and down at my body, and when her eyes found mine, her face turned scarlet red, as she was aware I had caught her staring.
