His Obsession

CHAPTER ONE- LUCAS JAVIER

I couldn't wait to see her walk through the door. I knew I'd always been a bit vulnerable around her, as she had my heart in her hands. I didn't want to lose her over a slight mistake, especially when I cherished the intimate moments we shared. No other woman could turn me on like she did, and I was deeply aroused at that moment. I thought to myself, ''This seems like an interesting idea,'' and I smirked.

As I patiently waited and checked the time, I sensed something was wrong. When I called her, her phone rang unanswered, which wasn't like her. Then, I saw the news report of a car accident, and my mind raced with the thought of death. My phone rang, shattering the calm atmosphere. I answered, and my world came crashing down. "There's been an accident. Your wife is in the hospital."

My phone rang, shattering the calm atmosphere. I answered, and my world came crashing down. "There's been an accident. Your wife is in the hospital. My mind went blank, and my body felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and my legs trembled beneath me, refusing to respond to my brain's urgent commands to move. I barked orders at my chauffeur, directing him to rush me to the hospital where my wife lay.

As we sped through the streets, my prayers became a mantra: "Please, God, don't take her from me." I begged for mercy, promising to make amends for past mistakes if only she would survive. I would repent and accept my fate, taking responsibility for my actions.

When we arrived at the hospital, I burst through the doors, the antiseptic smell hitting me like a punch to the gut. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the gleaming white floors and rows of hospital beds. The beeping of machines and muffled whispers of nurses created a constant hum of activity. I followed the doctor to a small, curtained room, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint hint of sickness.

As I approached her bedside, the monitor beeped steadily, a constant reminder of her fragile state at every tick of the clock, my eyes scouring the bustling ER for a glimpse of my wife's familiar face. I rushed to her side, my mind reeling with worst-case scenarios.

Seeing her unresponsive body, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I ran to her side, my mind reeling with worst-case scenarios. I held her hands and begged her to come back to me, to fight for our life together. After fifteen years of being together and being married, death wanted to end it all, but I wouldn't allow it.

After fifteen years of being in a relationship together and being married, death wanted to end it all, by taking her along. I wouldn't allow it because she was the reason why I was still living and how would I cope when she is gone and our kids when they find out that their mother is gone and no more.

Babe, don't leave us, I loudly said. I know that you can hear me. Don't die, please come back. We aren't done being together and if you go, I will follow suit. We will be together wherever you are, because I love you, darling. I fucking love the shit out of you.

And when the doctors managed to get me out after I had calmed down. I just sat outside the hospital room, patiently waiting and hoping that she heard me and fought through as the doctors tried their best to restore her to life. After a while, I overheard a nurse saying, sir, she is coming back. Hurry, let's help me return before it is too late.

After a while, she pulled through and I dashed in and knelt weeping as I was very glad to God for bringing my woman back for the second time. The doctors and nurses pitied me but refused to show it as they knew the consequences of their actions. And while I sat down waiting for my wife to open her beautiful eyes, then would I be happy and content?

The next morning, she woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile smells. My eyes stared at her with concern as I rushed beside her to check how she was, "Who am I?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "And who the hell are you?" my expression turned from concern to shock, and I hastily exited the room.

I dashed into the hospital room with the doctor, my heart racing with fear. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for my wife to arrive, and now I was faced with the terrifying prospect of losing her.

Then the doctor came in and examined her, while she still kept asking questions and was very skeptical for the doctor to examine her. He had assured them that everything was fine and she needed not to worry as he wanted to check her vitals to be sure, she was good and examined, before being discharged.

Please, doctor, who is he, she kept asking. This strange man, and face that I have never met. Can you explain to me in detail, who is he for a second, so that I can be assured that I am safe?

And the doctor did, reassuring her, while I just stared like a deer caught in a flashlight. I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on her blank expression. My mind raced with memories of our life together, but her gaze remained distant, like a stranger's. I felt a stinging sensation in my chest like a weight was crushing me. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat.

The doctor's words hit me like a punch to the gut. "She has no recollection of you or your children." I felt like my entire world was crumbling around me. I, the man in question, faced the grim reality: my wife had no recollection of either me or our kids.

The doctor's words offered little comfort - patience and understanding might help her remember, but there were no guarantees. Which I didn't like one bit, as I had thoughts racing through my mind on what I would do as she couldn't remember anyone of us.

How could I break the news to our children, especially my son who was so fond of his mother? How would he react to this situation, who is fifteen years old as we speak? She was pregnant before we did our wedding, reminiscing about our relationship before the tragic incident struck.

But while in thought, she asked me, who are you? As soon as the doctor left us. Or I would scream very loudly for everyone to hear me and dash through those doors.

How could I start explaining who I was? Or where do I even begin, as thoughts kept racing through my mind of the possibilities of being careful of what I would say, which could or might scare her off? Oh Lord, help me, I thought, as I began opening my mouth to explain who I was in the easiest details possible.

As I approached her, concern was etched on my face. 'Hey, what's going on? I said. You seem a bit lost. I asked, trying to keep my tone gentle. ''Who are you, once again?'' she asked me for the second time, her voice shaking. My heart sank. "I'm your husband, Lucas. We've been married for fifteen years." She looked at me skeptically. "I don't know you." I took a deep breath and tried again. "We have two kids together, Emily and James. We met at Tim Hortons.

I grasped her hand, my eyes locking onto hers as I pleaded, 'Remember me, Jen. We've been married for fifteen years. We have two kids together.' But her gaze remained distant, her voice flat as she repeated, 'Who are you?' I felt a surge of frustration and desperation, my mind racing with the consequences of her amnesia. What if she never remembers me? What if she thinks I'm a stranger? I tightened my grip on her hand, my voice rising, You have to remember me, Jen. I can't lose you again.

You are hurting me, she said. Tears welled up in her eyes, and my heart broke that I was the cause of her tears, so I took a deep breath and tried to explain our relationship, and our life together. But she just looked at me with blank eyes, repeating the same question: "Who are you?

She cut me off, her eyes welling up with tears. "I don't know you! Please, just leave me alone!" I felt a pang in my chest, my heart heavy with sorrow. "Why should I, when we are legally married, Jen? I love you, and it breaks my heart that you can't recall any of us."

I stepped closer, my voice softening. "I promise to take it very easy with you, and my voice softening and I'll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you. I'll find out who did this to you, and I'll make them pay. You're safe with me, Jen. I swear it.