Sweet Sweet Irene

Ch 4

Her old self is starting to disappear.
________

"What?" I choke. What is he? A lie detector?! "I'm not lying...trust me. Its nothing." As a que, my stomach rumble making him look at it. Thank goodness! But still.. I can feel blood rushing to my face as the feeling of embarrassment appear to the surface. First, I was caught lying, then this damn belly of mine decided to announce it's existence.

"Hold still, I will cook something. Go catch some rest" He said before standing up and disappear behind the door. I release a deep breath before realising something. No pet name?

_______

I lay on the bed, staring at the wall with so many thoughts and questions. Why is no one here? Why didn't my husband contact our family or my friends? Why do I have some kind of old scar that I'm sure I got it before the incident? Why am I at home, not at hospital? Why do I feel wary of him? Why do I feel scared? What the cause of the incident? Why do I feel like I was forced into something but I cannot seem to remember it? Why am I like this?

Slowly, one thought keep covering the other thought and I can feel my head throbbing in pain. Who is he? Who actually am I-

________

"Darling..." Someone called me as hand grip my arms. "Irene~" The same voice coos at me as my eyes start to flutter. I blink as I saw my husband with a crazed look in his face with blood running down his forehead. My eyes widened as I quickly closed back my eyes. "Irene my love? Are you feeling well? Can you sit up?" Kieran said with worry. Please don't kil- "Did I suprised you? You look shaken up sweetheart" He add up as the same hand that grip my arms earlier crawls up to my cheeks. "Hey...I'm sorry. Please look at me, precious" I gulp and decided to obey. I open my eyes slowly and look at his face. No blood? Just Normal? How?

_____

Lmao, people read this story 😭 Thank you guys, even though it's cringy af. I'm going to make a remake of this story. Add some spice and perhaps improves my writing.