Veliomoure's Bride

Prologue

LOOKING at the man in front of me, I would say that he looks familiar. But even if I tried to remember who he was, my brain would just refuse to know who he was and what's his connection with me. Do we know each other? Why can't I even remember a single memory of him in my mind?

He was about to reach out to touch me, but I flinched out of instinct. And close my eyes.

I was waiting for him to hurt me or grab me by the arms harshly. Minutes passed, but he didn't even put a single finger on my body, so I slowly opened my eyes, and I immediately saw a look of sadness in his eyes, even though there was a soft and longing smile plastered on his face.

"Sorry... for everything, my love," he said; it was barely even a whisper when he spoke those words to me.

My brows furrowed.

What is he sorry for? May nagawa ba siyang mali sa'kin? But I can't remember him. It's like I knew him for years, but my brain was blurring a memory, a distant memory that I can't even explain myself.

"Kong nalaman ko lang ng mas maaga na may binabalak palang masama ang pamilya mong 'yon sa'yo, maaalala mo pa sana ako hanggang ngayon." he added, making me more confused that I 'am now.

My family did something bad to me? What? But why?

"I don't understand... I don't know you at all, and you confused me." I shook my head as I said that.

I saw him bite his lower lips like he was hurt when I said that to him. He looked away for a minute and shifted his attention back to me. Those eyes of his it was glossy and swelled up with tears.

I felt guilty, sad, and confused at the same time. But why?

I didn't even notice that I was walking towards him and stopped when I was just a few inches away from his form. I reached for his cheeks and rested my hand there; he leaned into my touch as he closed his eyes, and tears were slowly streaming down his cheeks. It's like my whole body has its mind.

"Please... baby, come home with me, our little princess missed you. I missed you so much." he was slightly shaking, it broke my heart to see him cry. He sniffles. Holding my hand that was on his cheeks. "Our little princess wants you to come back home, our home. She's not feeling well today, but with you coming with me, she'll have the energy to eat and she might get well if she sees you..."

I'm his wife? And we had a daughter? When did I even get myself a husband and a daughter? I'm losing my mind. This information gives me a headache.

"We have a daughter?" I asked him with curiosity in my voice.

He slowly opened his eyes, those pair of green eyes of his was beautiful in my sight. And his pupils expanded as he stared at me; it was familiar, really familiar, to me. But just like I said, my brain won't even show me any memories of him or a single moment that we shared. It's like it doesn't exist at all, but, I can tell that deep down here in my heart, he exists. We have memories that we shared.

He nodded.

"Yes, we do baby. She looks just like you, her mama," he muttered softly.

So, I do have a daughter...

"What's her name?"

"Azelle, Azelle Lhienne. That's our little princess's name."

What a pretty name; her face must be pretty, too.

"Her name is pretty..." I said, my lips curved into a smile.

"Yes, it is. Pretty like her mama," he mumbled.

Uminit ang pisnge ko dahil sa sinabi niya. Kong asawa ko nga siya at may anak kami, e nasaan ang pamilya ko? Hinahanap din kaya nila ako? Nag-aalala kaya sila sa'kin?

Pero ang sabi niya ay may ginawa o binalak na masama sa'kin iyong mismo kong pamilya. Bakit naman nila gagawin 'yon kong dugo at laman pala nila ako? Nakakapagtaka naman yata iyon.

Alam niya kaya ang totoong intensiyon ng pamilya kong bakit nila ginawa 'yon?

Gusto iyon itanong sa kaniya, pero ang makita ang anak naming babae na tinutukoy niya ay nasasabik ako. Magkamukha kaya talaga kami? Ilang taon na kaya siya? Kay dami ng tanong na gusto kong masagotan at gusto ko siya mismo ang sumagot no'n.

Ano kaya ang magiging reaksiyon ng anak ko? Iiyak ba siya sa tuwa o iiyak siya dahil sa galit siya sa'kin? Pero ang sabi nitong lalaki sa harapan ko ay miss na miss ako nito.

Nasasabik na ako. Gusto ko ng makita ang anak namin at malaman pa ang buong pangyayari sa kong bakit hindi ko sila maalala. Ang sabi lang kasi sa'kin ng doktor noong nakaraang taon ay na aksidente raw ako, tapos ang mga sumunod na sinabi niya ay hindi ko na maalala pa.

Nagkaroon kaya ako ng amnesia kaya hindi ko maalala na may asawa at anak ako?

Ang akala ko pa naman ay totoo akong anak nila nanay Beth at tatay Edward, tapos nag-iisang anak lang nila ako. Pero hindi naman ako galit sa kanila, mas nagpapasalamat nga ako dahil sa kinupkop nila ako na parang tunay na nilang anak.

Ang akala ko pa nga sa sarili ko ay tatanda akong dalaga, iyon pala ay may asawa't anak na ako na hindi ko man lang nalalaman dahil sa isang aksidenteng hindi ko pa rin malaman-laman kong paano nangyari o kong may gumawa ba n'on sa'kin para saktan ako.

Baka siya na mismo ang makakasagot ng mga katanongang ito na palaging gumugulo sa utak ko. Siya na nga.

I blinked, pulling myself out of my thoughts to find him hugging me in his arms. His chin was resting on top of my head, he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he gently kissed the side of my head and forehead.

Oh, that's... his body is cold. Is he warming his body with mine?

"You always warm up my body, baby," he whispered into my ears.

Imbes na mandiri at itulak siya, ay kabaligtaran n'on ang ginawa ko. Niyakap ko siya pabalik na para bang matagal ko na itong inaasam.

I just hummed with what he said. We embraced each other, sharing my warmth with his icy-cold body.

I will be finally home, home with my husband and daughter.