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.

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 Scott

Lolark and he was the one who had handed the case of Scott to him. Dr Andrew was a smart surgeon- the best of Welkor in fact, it was already

was already undoing Scott’s bandage by now while Dr Andrew insisted Scott to swallow a painkiller for the headache, after which he only felt slightly dizzy but

the table Scott?” Dr Andrew asked him politely. Yvonne stood beside the doctor, she recalled how she had called him an idiot earlier and felt

Yvonne, his head felt lighter after the strong painkiller that had already started affecting him. His attitude was still unchanged towards people though- he had completely ignored

was just pretending not to know about his own mom. Andrew continued

Scott, how do you feel now?” Andrew asked him

some kind of a sick joke? Where the fuck is my mom?” he glared angrily at the doctor now. Yvonne felt a small surge of unease taking over her, he really

a single line of offence on his face. He had to confirm however knowing Scott was highly likely to experience amnesia. “Scott, tell me what year is it?” Dr

twisted questioningly but he answered anyway, “2009 of course! Now would you bother telling me where my mom is?” he asked again, irritated. This time, he

her. She did not even 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. But, in reality he had never been able to eat up the fact that he had valued the worth of

been traveling from the Upper East Side where their penthouse was located to Manhattan for a fashion show. Scott’s girlfriend then, Samantha was the showstopper

she was the daughter of the famous fashion designer Monique after

and she knew her obsession had driven both her sons crazy, she cursed that girl- her death had brought her nothing but joy. But she could not see Scott the way he

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

death of his mother or the

very carefully, you are in the year 2020. 11 years away from 2009

this position, disbelief flooding his

murmured under his breath not believing it. He genuinely had no memory

me and I was driving, we were going to Manhattan. And I suddenly lost

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 till that day of accident, when he had lost his

over again- he did not remember anything- getting married to her, meeting her or what he had done with her. She wondered whether she should tell him about his mother or not- it could

tone down by now, it came more as a concern than an order, he felt at a complete loss…anyone would if they had just lost 11 years from their lives on one fated random