My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

She doesn't recognize me? Can she remember me? Am I losing my mind? Kane steadied himself and approached her cautiously.

"Amora?"

Amora gazed back at him unblinkingly, through wide and tear-streaked eyes.

However, he saw the recognition in her gaze.

It almost seemed as if she was waiting for something.

Kane was unable to restrain himself any longer.

He took another step towards her.

Amora shrank away from him immediately.

"What are you doing? You are still hurt! Don't move!"

He grabbed hold of her.

His touch seemed to agitate Amora.

Distrust became horror as she screamed and twisted herself free from him.

"Let go! Let go of me!"

Distraught and afraid of hurting her, Kane let her go.

He watched as Amora cower on her bed like a cornered deer.

She buried her head under the blanket and began chastising herself.

Has she really lost her mind? Kane stood by the bed.

face

what or how

Thump.

her quilt, Amora’s

thief, feeling her way around the cabinet by her bed, and

went towards it, intending

a crack in her quilt and waited

kneeling over the broken glass and caught sight of

evil spirit or something? Why am I always dreaming about a

Amora yelled in frustration.

exposing only

still on the

so much that I'm dreaming

brows in confusion as she continued to mumble to

that she did not think of Kane much or dreamed of him for the past

Sabruck, she had worked incessantly to set up a new

sever all ties with her past connections when she

he stood before Amora, as clear as

old domineering and stubborn

I must be dreaming.

Amora concluded.

to sleep, but before she could, her bare arm outside of the blanket

a

"Is it true?"

"What?"

you feel me

man kneeling before her sounded

could wrap her thin wrists

could feel was her hand being caressed with

Amora's eyes widened.