BETRAYAL

14

The room was so big and so beautiful, it was decorated with mostly white and gold. As a person walking in design company she could tell everything in the room costed a fortune.

"Where are we??" she finally asked.

"We took a chopper, I brought you back to the Capital. We're in my room," Michael told her.

"Your room?? You live here?" Winnie's eyes widened.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything. It's a long story. First tell me why did you do that?? Why would you go up there alone, you didn't even have a bottle of water. If I didn't come on time God knows what would have happened to you. Why did you do something so dangerous?" Michael asked, still horrified by the thought of not finding Winnie on time. What if he was late? What if he never found her? She would just lay there unconscious for God knows how many days. People rarely go up there so it wouldn't have been easy for her to be found.

"I don't know. I just wanted to be there. That is the only place I could go to talk to you, to talk to you for the last time," she closed her eyes remembering how sad she was climbing that hill and again a tear fell down from her eyes.

"Winnie-" Michael could feel his heart breaking listening to Winnie's words. He slowly raised his hand and wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

Before he could say anything else he heard a knock on the door, he went to open the door and took a tray with a bowl on it from a middle aged woman, from the look of it and how he addressed Michael as Sir although Michael responded with 'How many times have I said to not refer me as Sir' and a sigh, she looked like a caretaker or something like that. Then Michael muttered a thank you and walked back to sit beside Winnie on the bed.

"It's a soup. I requested it to be made for you. You need to eat something," he told her as he puts the soup besides her on the bedside table.

"I'm not hungry."

"You still need to eat something,"

"How can I stomach anything right now? I've so many things to talk with you. You still haven't even told me where were you all these years. I'll eat it later."

"Nope, you're eating right now. And we will talk when you finish this. I promise," he told her with a smile as he took a spoonful and brought it to her mouth. Winnie sighed and opened her mouth. As a hot liquid reached her stomach she realized how hungry she was, and the soup was just so tasty. The last time she had a meal was that night with Calvin, if that can even be called a meal, which reminded her...

"Wait a minute!!" she looked down at the big shirt and a sweatpants she was wearing "Did you..?" Her eyes widened as she traced the words.

"Oh no..no," Michael quickly denied, getting what she was referring to "the dress you were wearing was a mess, it was torn and all. I asked the woman you saw to change your clothes. You're wearing my clothes now." Michael sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling hot. Why would she think that?

"Oh!" she laughed awkwardly, slightly disappointed. She took a spoon from him and proceeded to drink the soup.

"Do you need anything else? If you need anything else do tell me," Michael said.

"No, the soup is so delicious."

She quickly finished the soup and handed him the bowl.

"Do you wanna take a bath first?" he asked her. He figured she might need one after all that.

"No, I don't want to be apart from you. What if you disappear again!"

"I'm never going to disappear again. I promise," he reassured her.

"Still I had rather stay here with you," Winnie smiled at him.

"You're still the same Winnie," He laughed. She smiled even wider at the sound of his laugh. How she has missed that!

"You have no idea how heart broken I was when you left, Katherine too. And Haroon and Calvin also. They will all be so happy to know you're alive," she said excitedly. He smiled back without saying anything.

"So what happened? Tell me everything," Winnie asked, her eyes fixed at him.

Michael opened his mouth and closed it again, the words felt like they were stuck to his throat. Where should he begin?

"Henry son, are you sleeping?" They heard a voice behind them. Michael quickly stood and look at the direction of the familiar voice. Winnie looked up to see a middle aged man who looked very familiar but she couldn't exactly remember where she saw or met him.

"Dad!" he called out shocked "Why are you back so early?"

"Michael who is he?? Why is he calling you Henry? And why are you calling him Dad?" Winnie asked, confused.

"Henry who is she? And why is she calling you Michael?" Martin also looked very confused.

"Wait...I remember now!! I remember where I've seen you. You're Martin of Martin Gold. Aren't you??" Her eyes widened, to say she was shocked would be an understatement. How can that be possible? The Martin was standing right in front of her.

"What is Martin doing here?" she demanded Michael after she recovered from the initial shock.

"He is the one who rescued me and cared for me for the past five years," he explained to Winnie before looking at Martin who also looked very confused. "Dad this is Winnie, my friend from five years ago."

"Then why are you calling him Dad? Why is he calling you Henry? Henry is his son," Winnie asked, still confused.

"Did you get your memories back??" Martin asked Michael, surprised at his previous statement.

"Did you lose your memory?" Winnie asked Michael, her eyes widening.

Michael took a big breath, "Let's all sit down and I'll explain everything."