His Obsession

CHAPTER TWO JENNIFER KIMBERLY

I was clueless about this man's identity or intentions. All I wanted to escape the hospital and flee my life. Was he a serial killer or an obsessed psychopath who had duped the doctor to think that he was my husband? I needed to tread him carefully, as his words alone could not convince me of his sincerity. But what surprised me was how my heart reached the thought as a malevolent force. A part of me believed him, and when he touched me, it felt like my body memorized his touch.

He was a stunning specimen of a man with chiseled features that made women swoon. His ruggedly handsome face, flecked gray, told stories of love, laughter, and life challenges. His piercing grey eyes, with a hint of blue, seemed to hold deep wisdom, kindness, and vulnerability. The small scar above his left eyebrow hints at past adventures and misadventures. His athletic build and broad shoulders exuded strength and protection, while his deep, harsh voice could disarm even the toughest of hearts.

Despite his tough exterior, he seemed to have a soft spot for me and his eyes lit up with warmth and adoration when he spoke to me. His presence was commanding, yet gentle, like a rock for those who relied on him. His story was one of love, loss, and redemption, the tale of a man who had faced challenges and emerged stronger.

I found myself admiring his rugged features, and before I knew it, I licked my lips, betraying my inappropriate thoughts. What was wrong with me? I thought only to find him staring at me with a blank expression, which soon turned into a smirk. I wished I could smack it off his face, but a man like him, with such power, would not hesitate to put me six feet under if I tried.

The walls kept drawing closer, as no one spoke. Silence ringing within the room and anxiety creeping it. Do not act in that way; he spoke.

How?, I asked. You know what I mean. He replied. You act as if I am a murderer and want to kill you. I cannot kill you, and if I wanted, I would not bring you to the hospital.

And when he saw the scared reaction on my face, he apologized and said, but just knew for certain that I truly loved you. I promised you that I would take things slowly with you and would not allow anything to happen. I just want your trust. Can you please do you for me?"

But I do not know who you are." I repeated, trying to sound firm despite my trembling voice. Lucas's expression softened, and he took a step closer. "Jen, please. I'm your husband. We had been married for 15 years. We have two kids together, Emily and James." I shook my head and felt panic. "No, that's not true. I do not remember you or any other children.

Lucas's eyes were filled with compassion, and he reached out to take my hand. "It's okay, Jen. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together." I felt a spark of electricity in his touch, and my heart raced. Why was I reacting in this way to a stranger? I should be very terrified and not feel the connection between us.

Lucas began to share small details about our lives together, telling me about our children, our homes, and our favorite memories. His eyes sparkled, as he spoke, and I found myself captivated by his warmth and sincerity. "We used to take Emily and James to the park every Sunday," he said, a smile on his face. "You'd pack a picnic, and we'd watch the kids play for hours." I listened and entranced, as he painted a picture of a life that I could not remember. However, with each passing moment, I felt my defenses weakened.

Just then, a nurse bustled into the room, and her expression stern. "I need to ask you some questions, Mr. Javier. Can you step outside for a moment?" Lucas hesitated, and his eyes never left mine. "I'll be right back, Jen. Don't worry." As soon as he left the room, the nurse turned into me. "Jen, can you tell me about your husband? Do you remember anything about him?" I shook my head and felt a sense of unease. Why did she ask these questions?

As the nurse continued to question me, I started to feel a strange sensation, like the memories were trying to surface. I saw flashes of a little girl with curly brown hair, a boy with a bright smile, and a man with piercing grey eyes with a hint of blue.

"Wait," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I think I remember something."The nurses' expressions changed from skeptical to interested. "What is it, Jen?" However, before I could answer, Lucas returned to the room, and his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my heart race.

As Lucas returned to the room, I felt a sudden jolt of memories that flooded my mind. Images of our children, our home, and our lives flashed together before my eyes. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of my memory. "Lucas!" I cried out my voice-shaking. "I remember! I remember everything!" However, before he could respond, the hospital room door burst open and a group of armed men stormed in.

Lucas instinctively pushed me behind him and his eyes blazed with determination. "Get behind me, Jen. Now." Without hesitation, he charged the attackers, taking down the first few with swift precision. I watched awe as he fought to protect me, his movements fluid, and deadly.

Just as Lucas dispatched the last attacker, I remembered something that made my blood run cold. "Lucas...our children...they're in danger. We have to get to them before it's too late!"

Lucas's expression turns grim. "What do you mean, Jen? What's going on?" He went ahead and called his men on the phone, asking them to come in now and protect me before leaving to have a meeting with some of his men at the organizations on ways to find out the culprit responsible for my accident and attack at the hospital.