COLD

Chapter 79 "Am I really Mrs Brighton?"

Her eyes looked up but before she could see his face, she heard footsteps approaching. Not one, not two, like a group of people.

The sound triggered something at the back of her head and it made her lose consciousness.

"Mrs. Brighton." Dr Jim called.

Stella looked up and he saw the frightened look on her face.

"Who are you? Why am I here? What did you people do to me?" She asked.

"Mrs Brighton please calm down... Wait... Mrs Brighton, please drop the knife!" Dr Jim shouted as Stella suddenly launched at the table and grabbed a medical knife.

She pointed it at herself. "Let me out of here or I'll stab myself."

The whole room shook with fear. If Stella harmed herself, it won't be good for them.

Dr Jim took a deep breath. He turned to the other doctor beside him. "We'll have to call Reagan. This has gotten out of hand."

The doctor nodded. "But, we'll have to tell him that she lost her..."

"Yes we'll have to tell him." Dr Jim cut him off.

The doctor turned around and walked out. Dr Jim dismissed the rest nurses, leaving only him and Stella in the Ward.

"Let me out, now." Stella spoke up. The knife was still pointed at her.

Just then, the door flew open and Reagan rushed in. He ran to the bed and hugged Stella, not caring if anybody was in the room. He had been waiting to see her, hold her in his arms, kiss her.

Stella struggled and pushed him off. Her eyes turned cold. "What are you doing here. Aren't you the reason why I got kidnapped. You already have a wife and yet you keep pestering me. If you continue with this, I'll call the police."

Reagan's brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. "Stella, what are you talking about? I rescued you from your captors."

"Liar! My husband told me you were the reason I got kidnapped. Your wife tried to kill me. Why can't you just stick to your wife. Stop stalking me."

Reagan's face turned ashen. "What husband are you talking about?"

"Clinton."

"What's wrong with you Stella. Why are you acting strange..."

"Reagan, a word please." Dr Jim said from behind.

Reagan turned and looked at him, noticing the tremble in his voice. He glanced at Stella before moving to the corner of the room.

"Reagan, there's something you should know..."

"Get to it already."

Dr Jim took a deep breath. "Stella lost her memory."

"What!" Reagan's face turned pale as he looked back at Stella who sat on the bed with her legs curled up.

"No... this can't be. Stella." Reagan called, walking back to the bed but before he got close to her, she moved the knife to her neck.

"Don't come near me. I need to find my husband. Let me out of here or I'll kill myself." She threatened as she brushed the tip of the knife on her neck.

Fear flashed in his eyes. "Stella, drop the knife. Don't harm yourself."

"Let me out." She shouted, this time, increasing the pressure on the knife. It cut a small line on her neck and blood trickled down.

"Stella!" Reagan shouted, seeing blood flow from the wound she had inflected on her neck.

"Don't make me say it again or I'll really stab myself this time." She warned.