His Obsession

Today, on our wedding anniversary, I am bursting with excitement to meet my loving husband, Javier, at our venue. As a Yakuzas mafia leader, he waited patiently for me, despite knowing that I initially opposed our children joining the organization. However, like a generation-old doctrine, this was inevitable. I adore Javier, a wonderful husband and father, and our playful dynamic still thrives after 15 years. I am the "black cat" to his "golden retriever," keeping him on his toes. Before we met, my ex broke my heart, and Javier's men often witnessed their boss's pouty face when I teased him. Little did I know, our love story was about taking a dark turn.
The next morning, I woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by beeping machines and sterile smells. A handsome stranger stood beside me and his eyes were filled with concern. "Who am I?" I demanded my voice to shake. "And who the hell are you?" The man's expression turned from concern to shock, and he hastily exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Was I paranoid or did this stranger pose a threat? I could not shake off the feeling that my life was about to take a dark and unexpected turn.