After He Lost His Memory, He Loved Me Chapter 07
I needed to calm down.
Especially now that I remembered everything.
I went back to my room.
Outside the window, the sky was just as dark as the night of my accident.
Same storm.
Same lightning.
Like God was crying for me.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a steak knife, and held it over Leo’s head for a second.
Thought about shanking him.
Decided it wasn’t worth it.
I looked at the time.
One in the morning.
Last time, I was so upset I got into an accident.
This time, I called a car—a driver with ten years of experience, thank you very much—and went straight to my parents’ house.
I got to their building.
The rain was still coming down in sheets.
I hid in the stairwell and paced outside the door for a while.
Then the door opened.
My mom stood there in her pajamas, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
“Well, well.
Who’s this little gold digger?”
My mom.
Still a savage.
Back when I was hell-bent on marrying Leo, my parents were dead set against it.
They said the Halls were too rich, too different.
I locked myself in my room and starved myself down ten pounds before she finally caved and let me go.
Because of that, every time we went home, she gave us the cold shoulder.
So we stopped going.
Even though the driver was good, the rain was nasty.
I’d gotten a little wet.
My pajamas were sticking to me.
I sneezed.
Mom sighed, went into the kitchen, and came back with a bowl of something milky.
I took it and whispered, “Where’s Dad?”
“Your dad’s stomach was bothering him. He went to bed early. I only saw you because I got up to check the cameras.”
I smiled.
I looked down.
The soup in the bowl was my mom’s speciality—the stuff I drank every day before I got married.
Steam rose up.
The world went blurry.
“So,” she said.
“Why’d you come running home in the middle of the night?”
I coughed.
“His family’s a mess.”
She snorted.
“Told you so. Rich families aren’t easy to marry into.”
I smiled again.
“Drink,” she said.
I lifted the bowl and took a sip.
But the taste was off.
Kind of fishy.
I couldn’t swallow it.
My mom was watching me with hopeful eyes.
I steeled myself, forced my throat to move—and immediately turned my head and spat it out.
My mom looked at me.
“Wow. Got married into money and now you’re too good for my cooking?”
I didn’t know what to say.
She saw the tears in my eyes and waved me off.
“Fine. Go take a shower.”
After my shower, she was standing in front of the little security monitor, smacking her lips.
“Bella. Come look at this guy. He kinda looks like my fancy turtle-son-in-law.”
I sighed.
We made eye contact and silently agreed to ignore him.
I went to my room.
The sheets smelled a little dusty from not being used in so long.
I fell asleep immediately.
And had a nightmare.
Leo walked in and laid out a bunch of stuff on the floor.
From smallest to biggest:
A toothpick.
A small cucumber.
A large cucumber.
An insulated mug.
He looked at me.
“So. Which one am I?”
“The third.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Congratulations. You’re wrong.”
Then he picked up the insulated mug and came at me with this terrifying smile
I screamed so loud I woke myself up.
In the dark, my door opened.
A man stood there, holding an insulated mug.
Thank God I caught myself before I lost it.
It was my dad.
“Now that you’re up, come out for breakfast.”
Dad dropped his line and left.
I wiped the cold sweat off my face.
I’m never looking at insulated mugs the same way again.
It was almost eight.
Still dark out.
My mom was just getting up.
She came over and saw me hovering over the security monitor.
“What’s the matter? Having second thoughts?”
I looked at the screen.
There was a gray figure still standing outside.
“Wait—he’s been standing there the whole time?”
It had been storming all night.
Mom smiled.
Her words were like little knives.
“If you don’t care, why should I?”
Outside, the sky was still dark.
Rain poured down like it was trying to drown the world.
I couldn’t believe the sky had that many tears to cry.
Made my little problems seem small.
Leo was standing outside the stairwell door, soaked to the bone.
He looked up at me like he’d lost everything.
“You remember now?”