The man frowned when he saw the shards of glass on the floor, his cold, arrogant demeanor becoming even more intimidating. “Throwing tantrums and breaking things in the hospital? When are you going to grow up?”
I stared at him, completely confused. I wondered, “A tantrum? Breaking things? Who’s this guy?”
He looked like he had more to say but seemed to think better of it. Instead, he scowled and said, “Lianne is refusing to leave the hospital and go home because of your antics.
“She’s upset and talking about leaving. No matter what, you’re going to apologize to her today and convince her to stay.”
He stepped forward and reached out to pull me off the bed. Instinctively, I recoiled from his hand and shouted, “Who are you? I don’t know you! Don’t touch me!”
Although I could move now, my injuries hadn’t fully healed, and the thought of someone touching me terrified me.
He frowned, clearly annoyed. “Emilia, what are you doing now?”
“What am I doing? I don’t even know who you are! You need to leave immediately, or else—”
Before I could finish, he grabbed my shoulder hard, cutting me off. “Emilia, if you keep this up, I’m really going to get angry!”
His grip was so strong that I felt like he might crush the bones that were still healing. The sheer pain sent a wave of panic through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming.
My reaction seemed to shock him, and he froze for a moment before letting me go. Seizing the opportunity, I frantically pressed the nurse call button, shouting for help.
The doctors and nurses rushed in, and I cowered behind them, trembling as I begged them to call the police. Meanwhile, the man frowned deeply when he heard me demanding the police.
He asked, “Emilia Quill, what nonsense are you pulling now?”
I didn’t understand how he knew my name or why he acted like he was familiar with me. Nonetheless, I didn’t care. All I wanted was for the police to get rid of this dangerous man.
I pleaded with the doctor to call the authorities immediately. When he saw how determined I was to involve the police, the man’s irritation was evident.
“Emilia, can you stop this ridiculous act?” he asked. Then, he turned to the medical staff and told them not to indulge me, adding, “I’m her husband, not some stranger.”
Hearing him call himself my husband only made me more desperate to have him arrested. I was adamant that I wasn’t crazy. After all, I would know if I were married.
However, to my utter disbelief, the police arrived and verified his identity. It turned out that he was legally my husband.
I was stunned and asked the officers to double-check. Yet, no matter how often they looked, the results were the same—this man was indeed my lawfully wedded husband.
My mind went blank. I had no idea what to think or say.
Suddenly, I remembered the strange, hollow feeling I had had after waking up from my second injury. It was like I had forgotten something important.
Then again, how could I remember everything, even details from my childhood, and forget something as monumental as being married? The doctor said it was difficult to explain my condition.
“You remember everything but me?” the man said with a mocking smirk, his tone dripping with disdain.
He looked at me like I had staged the whole thing for attention, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I was about to insist that he leave, husband or not, when he tossed a stack of medical records onto my bed.
