The Inevitable: Billionaire Love Story Book 1

Prologue

This is it.

The doctor had called about half and hour ago telling me that he had awaken. I couldn't help but feel relieved and slightly anxious to see him again. He'd been in a car accident that caused him to slip into a coma for three and a half months. Now I'd be able to see those beautiful blue eyes again.

As I walked slowly down the long hospital corridor, I was trying to decide what the first thing I would say was. Most people would just run in, hug them tight, and cry into their arms. I however, couldn't do that. It had been my fault for him getting into the car in the first place, and the guilt was eating me alive. I mean, it was my fault. Wasn't it?

I reached room 209 where his room was, and hesitantly twisted the door nob and walked in. His eyes snapped to mine and immediately narrowed.

"I told you I didn't want anymore pain medicine!" He yelled.

"Ryan? It's me Carla. I wasn't going to give you any meds." I said slowly. " How are you feeling?"

"Carla? I don't know a Carla, if you're not the nurse then leave." Is he joking? Surely he couldn't be serious. Could he? He had to be kidding.

"You don't remember me? I'm you're fiancé. We were supposed to be getting married until the accident." He had to remember proposing right? "I'll go get the doctor."

I walked out and called out to the doctor down the hallway and walked back in the room with the doctor following behind me.

"Why are you still here. Leave!" He screamed at me.

Why is he acting this way. He was never violent or raised his voice at me. Tears were threatening to spill right out of my eyes. I turned to the doctor and he looked as confused as I felt.

"He seems to have no recollection of his memory, but his brain scans show that nothing seems to be wrong. There's no way to tell when his memories will return, but I'll run a few test to be sure."

The doctor wrote a few things down and turned to leave. By now tears were falling rapidly and I couldn't seem to stop them or at least slow them down. I looked at him and he just stared at me. My tears started to slow down and I sat on the chair near his bed. He stared at me for a little longer before letting out a little laugh.

"You just don't give up do you? Why are you still here? I don't want you here. Just go!" It hurt. It hurt very much.

"I'm you're fiancé. Why don't you want me here. You need me." I was getting angry. He was frustrating me, but I had to keep in mind that his memory was gone, and it wasn't settling well with me.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh really? Why would I want to marry someone like you. You're not even hot. I don't love you, and I don't want you. Besides, I already have a girlfriend. I don't need you."

"A girlfriend, we were dating for 2 years up until the day you proposed. You don't have a girlfriend. You have a soon to be wife."

"I do have a girlfriend you stupid girl. Take a hint, I'm not marrying you. I'm sorry but I'm already in a relationship and I even have two children, and I know they aren't yours and neither am I so leave and don't come back. My girlfriend and children should be here soon and I plan to propose to her. When I do, I don't want a crazy person here. So leave, your begging is pathetic. So are you." He laid back and turned away from me a couple minutes before sighing. He turned back to me with narrowed eyes. "I said leave!" He yelled.

I sat there stunned. He had cheated on me while we were together? He has children? Then it hit me. All of the lonely nights. The arguments caused by the long  over the seas business trips. He had once told me that he wanted to wait until we were married to open up to me. He was always so secretive. Now he doesn't remember me, and he's telling me all of his secrets. The reason? He thinks I'm a stranger who pretends to be the fiancé of a sick person who has just been released from a coma. It's over. No memories. No love. Nothing. And even if he did get his memories back, I couldn't ever forget what he has just told me. It really was over.

I got up from my seat, took one last look at him while he was making a shooing motion toward the door, and that's it. I walked away.