His Ex Wife

Later that same night

His head felt heavy, so freaking heavy…the splitting headache felt like someone had been constantly smashing his forehead with a huge rock over and over again. He scowled loudly in pain, sitting up immediately and holding his head between both his hands. It had been an entire 24 hours after he was gaining conscience now, probably more.

The room he woke up in had a more than a creamy texture perfectly laid on the thick walls surrounding him, it seemed like a deluxe room, with comfortable couches laid across the room and a woman was sitting there. She seemed like a young woman, he couldn’t see her face though, she had probably fallen asleep, her face was still buried in the magazine she may have been reading, her back was facing him. He did not care about that right now.

He placed his hand around his face and for some strange reason it felt weird, his jawbone seemed thicker now, he had even grown a beard, he felt the pricking hair on his face- his jaw, his cheeks, nothing remained unscathed from the hair that had grown all over his face, his mind boggled with unending confusion. He tried to recall what had last happened but nothing came to his mind, he tried again and his eyes narrowed, his forehead wrinkling in uncertainty.

Nothing came to him, nothing that could explain why he was lying in a hospital bed with half his head bandaged.

Frustrated, he punched the bedside table in anger with his right hand that was heavily bandaged as well. The loud thud made Yvonne jump in her sleep. She heard Scott wincing in extreme pain, he cursed his bandaged hand, the blood was probably oozing out by now, his bandaged hand could not hide the resurfacing of a few red spots.

“Fucking hell!” he scowled, trying to hold his hand steady in a straight way but failed. The pain grew unbearable by now and Scott felt his head bursting.

Yvonne rushed to hold his fragile hand and she carefully rested his hand on the wide bed handle that was specifically drawn to hold a wounded hand.

“You are such an idiot!” she reprimanded, not looking at him and now she held his shoulders with both her hands and pressed him against the bed now elevated to match his sitting posture.

Though Scott had a wavering focus, divided between a fractured hand and a headache that was practically killing him on the inside, he still managed to notice how beautiful the girl in front him was. He was seeing her for the very first time yet his heart refused to agree that she was new to him. He felt like he was strangely used to her presence.

The headache did not stop, he now placed his hand on the left side of his head and screamed, “Fuck!!”

Yvonne, on the other hand, seeing how painful it had grown for him along with the damaged hand that he had just injured again, instantly rushed out of the door to call Dr Lolark now, she wondered if he had still been on shift, the last she had seen of the young doctor was during the evening and now her wrist watch ticked 1:20 am.

It had been seven long hours since she had been at the hospital. Yvonne had not left the hospital and Scott’s side for a single moment. It was not that she cared about him- in all these years, she had neutralized the feelings that had once been too intense towards him. More than that, she knew Aana would not care for him as much, it was evident, she had briefly come back with Emmett to sign the formalities and then left Scott on his own. Maybe she relied on Yvonne too or maybe she was just done with the whole drama.

heartless in return- it did not really have anything to do with her personal life but rather she stayed for the sake of humanity, she knew in times like these, one needed someone of their own- at least she could give

had handed the case of Scott to him. Dr Andrew was a smart surgeon- the best of Welkor in fact, it was already impressive that the man

to swallow a painkiller for the headache, after which he only felt slightly dizzy but luckily the headache seemed to fade. He seemed to focus better

Dr Andrew asked him politely. Yvonne stood beside the doctor, she recalled how she had called him an idiot earlier and felt guilty for that, she hoped Scott had

painkiller that had already started affecting him. His attitude was still unchanged towards people though- he had completely ignored the

eyes widened at the scene, she wondered if Scott was just pretending not to know about

had been alone in the accident Scott, how do you feel now?” Andrew asked

angrily at the doctor now. Yvonne felt a small surge of unease

to confirm however knowing Scott was highly likely to experience amnesia. “Scott,

where my mom is?” he asked again, irritated. This time, he looked at Yvonne and asked Andrew, “And who is this woman in my room?” he

know how to answer to his constant queries. She knew that the death of his mother had always been something that Scott did not mention a lot, even to her, he rarely mentioned her.

traveling from the Upper East Side where their penthouse was located to Manhattan for

out between Samantha and Scott, she was the daughter of the famous fashion designer Monique after all, Julie’s friend. Scott and Samantha had gotten to meet at their fashion success party in

cursed that girl- her death had brought her nothing but joy. But she could not see Scott the way he had been after her death- gloomy. Iyan had clearly cut off all ties from the family after Mariella’s death and though he was Julie’s own blood,

had been driving; the lively conversation with his mom was about to be the last conversation. Julie was just about to mention the party she was planning about Samantha where she wanted to announce their engagement when in a flash, the Mercedes they had been driving had been upside down, it was Scott’s fault again; he had been accelerating beyond speed limit on the road and he just could not control the vehicle. Julie had died

the death of

you are in the year 2020. 11 years away from 2009 now. Tell me of the last moment you remember,” he

confusion in this

He genuinely had no memory

absorb this shock, he went on, his face perplexed, “The last I remember before opening my eyes here is my mom. She was right next to me and I was driving, we were going to Manhattan. And I

went on asking him some basic questions such as his mom’s name, his birthplace, his date of birth, the year he graduated high school etc. And the surprising fact was that all his memory gave him was

her or what he had done with her. She wondered whether she should tell him about his mother or not- it could come as a shock to him but she could not conceal anything

as a concern than an order, he felt at a complete loss…anyone would if they had just lost