Thea's Point of View

I tossed my body to one side since, even though I promised myself that I would forget about it completely, the thought still won't leave my head.

It's impossible for Aunt Joana to tell me a lie, right? Because of the accident that happened to me, she and Mason are the one who are currently running the company.

To be honest, I was hesitant to entrust it to them because it caused an issue. People gossip that Aunt Joana was daddy's mistress, and Mason was the consequence of their illicit relationship.

There are also rumors about her that she worked at the firm as a secretary of my dad in the past to have her way to be the mistress. I have heard many more but I want to trust them because I don't know where I should go to get the real answer or the reality about what happened before my memories have gone.

After my car accident, when I came to my senses in the hospital, I assumed that aunt Joana was either my mother or my father's sister.

After briefly briefing me on the history of the company, they then proceeded to introduce me to Mason. They said that I had known them in the past, and I was aware that Mason was my half-brother at the time. In addition to this, they tell me that I am acquainted with my aunt Joana due to the fact that she was with me after both of my parents passed away. As a result, it came as a surprise to me when they indicated that I had intended to be married but had put those plans on hold because of the accident.

They also said that I had been seeing Craig for a long time and that they had known him for a long while, even while my parents were still living. So, they had no objections to the plans for my wedding since they were acquainted with Craig. Consequently, I do not know who to trust; I get the impression that there is something fundamentally wrong with this marriage.

My brain hurt as one dubious occurrence after another rushed into my mind, and I began to question whether or not I was still sane.

And a reporter questioned the same thing earlier: if the reason for my accident was because of who the next successor was.

There are too many holes that became puzzling that I don't know how to solve Including the lady whose name was Megan.

How the hell did she not know that Craig was my boyfriend before he became my husband? She claimed she was my best friend, doesn't that mean that our secrets should be shared to each other?

Not only that! Plus the call that Craig made to an unknown person on the phone the other day.

'No need to fret; I’ll keep it a secret from her.'

What's the secret behind those words?

Because the concept was giving me such a severe headache, I decided to disregard everything initially. In addition to that, I recalled that the supply of my prescription was getting out of stock.

I moved my body again so that I could look across at Craig as he was sleeping peacefully.

I slid my finger over the tip of his pointed nose. His appearance was so endearingly innocent, like that of a little kid.

'So beautiful...'

My attention then turned to the light pink color of his lips. After staring at them for a long time, without a second thought, my head deliberately moved and then gave his lips a quick, yet tender kiss.

It seems like a familiar feeling. I lay my head to his chest and the warmth of his body suddenly dragged me to sleepiness.

The chirping of the birds, the ray of the sun that comes through the window hits my eyes.

As I woke up, I found that Craig was no longer at my side.

"So... he left." I sighed.

*Knock* Knock*

I was startled when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"I thought he already left?" I questioned myself, rose up and was ready to step towards it when it immediately opened.

"Leah." An enthusiastic voice called me and I couldn't believe it when I saw Aunt Joana standing there.

She gave me a kind grin before entering the room, which I hadn't yet extended an invitation to, and sitting down on our bed.

I felt a little annoyed but I didn't complain. I just stared blankly at her while she looked around.

"Why did you suddenly come here?" I asked.

"Don't you like me here?"

Aunt Joana smiles, pats the side of bed where she was sitting, and motions for me to come and sit down.

I gave her a poker face.

When she realized I don't plan on sitting down, she rummaged through her purse.

After that, she raised out a clear container containing red pills.

"Here."

She is presenting it to me, but I merely look at it with question marks all over my face.

She grabbed my hand and opened my palm when she saw that I had no intention of accepting it.

She spoke with a smile in the corner of her lips but I could see that the smiles were not genuine, "I found out that your medicine is running out of stock, so I asked Dr. Santos about what kind of pills you're taking."

"You really shouldn't be concerned about it any more. I'm fine because Craig could assist me in going to the doctor."

Her demeanor changed to one of agitation and restlessness.

"Uhm... Thea. Can I ask you something?"

"What?" I inquired uncomfortably, as if something were troubling me.

"I really wish I could handle your medication for you. I want to make amends for the wrongs I've done to you and your family in the past. Could you just refrain from telling Craig about it?"

Even though more and more ideas were going through my head, I didn't bother to think about how they related to my aunt Joana.

I smiled at her because I'm not convinced with everything that spilling out of her mouth, "Sure! But, Aunt, I wish I could have known how Craig and I met."

I watched her eyes widen, and despite the fact that the air conditioner was on, there were a few beads of perspiration on her forehead.

“W-why?”

I rose up and placed the medication that she had given me in the cupboard, "I want to know our past in case my memories take too long to come back."

I take my time putting the medicines, so that she won't see any signs of mistrust on my part.

I was able to see in the mirror how her eyes moved with anxiety but still have the energy to respond, "Sure! When we get together again, let's go out and have some coffee. Let's speak about this at a later time."

"M-Mason and I still have a lot of work to do with the business right now because of the impending merger between your firm and Craig's company."

Almost immediately, she sprang to her feet and planted a kiss on my cheek. I haven't had the opportunity to say my goodbyes just yet since she has already departed.

When she was hurrying to lock the door, she came dangerously close to falling down.

"What's your secret.... Joana Gordon. And what's going on between you and Craig..."

Thea's Point of View

After aunt Joana departed, Craig's car arrived.

A smile escaped my lips as I raced out to the balcony to meet him, and as I did so, I saw him step down from his black Ford GT.

I crossed both of my hands as I rested my head and back against the door. While staring at my husband, I could not help but be puzzled as to why Aunt Joana would say anything like that.

Without my consciousness, Craig first came over to greet me. He kissed my head and then gently pinched both of my cheeks. I felt secured every time he wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head.

After the honeymoon, we have never have any sex interaction nor even kiss. Except the night I secretly kissed him.

Because of that, it seems as if I'm treating him unfairly.

I gulped and stared intently at his dark eyes and hurriedly gave him a kiss on the lips and then quickly looked away because I was embarrassed.

When a fire spread over my face, I turned around and marched inside. He tensed up like a tree stump just as I could feel him following me.

To my fourth step, he grabbed my arm, held it tightly, and I could see his eyes full of shock and amazement.

"What does it mean, Thea?"

I gazed at the white floor and bit my lower lip before replying, "I read on the internet that a woman should kiss and welcome her husband every time he returns home from work."

He slowly released his grip on my hand while maintaining an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

In a fit of rage, he clamped his lips together and tightened his jaw. I raised my head to make eye contact with him. Is he becoming irritated with me because I incessantly use the term "internet"?

“Why?”

"I just thought that you— Nevermind," he didn't complete his line, and merely messed up my hair.

I removed his large hand from my long brown hair and it fell to the side. He did nothing except chuckle and placed his arm over my shoulder for the whole conversation.

While he was walking me into the kitchen, he questioned, "Have you already eaten?"

“Nope.” I walked up to him and grabbed his hand from where it had been lying on my shoulder so that I could play with it.

“Why?”

"Aunt Joana visited." As I informed him, I tugged his fingers and made them sound.

"What?!"

"Wait a minute! Ah!"

I was on the verge of losing my balance when he abruptly stopped and turned to face me.

"Why?"

"What's the matter with you?!" I got annoyed with his quick movements.

"Why is she even in this place?"

"About that... she gave me—"

I suddenly remembered Aunt Joana's instruction not to tell Craig, so I shifted my reason. "She didn't do anything more than ask how I was doing and provide some advice. I reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, and things have since been resolved."

He looked at me suspiciously but I just grinned at him and pulled his hand to sit at the table.

Fortunately, the food was already served and all we needed to do was eat. While he was silently slicing the food, I asked him. I acted like I'm interested.

"Craig, before the accident... Where am I at that time? How did the accident happen?"

He stopped slicing and turned his attention to me. While he continued to eat with his fork and knife in his hand, he chewed the meal carefully, as if he were trying to relish every bite.

After a moment of hesitation, he lets go of the knife and pork. In addition to that, he clasped both of his palms together and rested his elbow on the table.

"Even if I wanted to tell you, I'm not allowed to do so. I'm worried that you could black out during part of it, which would put you in danger. It has the potential to infuriate you."

Because I am sitting quite close to him. He took my hand and squeezed it really tightly.

Before I shared what had been occupying a significant portion of my thoughts for some time, I inhaled deeply.

"Why do I feel like you're not my lover? What gives me the impression that everyone is hiding something from me? Nobody has ever explained what really happened to me."

"Thea..."

"No... W-Why did we decide to get married? Why doesn't anybody fill me in on what's going on at the company? I simply forgot something, but I'm not naive! I'm not an idiot, and I haven't gone completely insane."

"You all are refraining me to do things like I am a disabled person. I could investigate, research, and get information too!"

Craig didn't respond but made a hostile expression.

"So, you still won't tell me, huh?" I chuckled without remorse.

When I couldn't take it, I stood up and sprinted away and up the stairs to the room.

Thea's Point of View

"Thea..."

I flinched when I heard the door creak and felt the bed sink as I was covered with a blanket over me. Even though I couldn't see it, someone embraced my whole body while he was lying down next to me. I didn't move, I simply let him.

"I'm sorry."

I kept quiet not because I was still angry, but because I couldn't fathom the reason he was apologizing in the first place.

Is it because I left or do each of them have something they don't want me to know about and don't want me to find out? It came to my attention that if I questioned them, they would switch the topic.

"Please give me some more time. Trust me, I'll tell you everything," he whispered in a strained voice as he crushed his head against my body even more tightly.

"Give me a little bit more time..."

I pulled the blanket away from my body and stared at him. He is similar to a little kid who apologizes to his mother and affectionately hugs her after making a mistake.

“Promise?”

"Promise." He responded despite having sleepy eyelids.

"I have a lot of questions, but I'll hold off on asking until you're ready to answer them all. If you still don't tell me anything after I gave you a long time, expect me to figure out a means to learn what took place in the event when I got in an accident... and what's behind the past that you want to hide."

"You have my word," he assured me while maintaining a solemn expression on his face. He looked at me for a considerable amount of time before his attention was drawn to my lips.

He brought his face closer to mine and kissed me after moving in closer. His lips and his breath both brushed my left cheek. He opened my mouth for me with his tongue.

My pupils dilated, and I gave him a stern shove in the other direction before I gasped.

When I finally had a chance to take a breath, he went in for another kiss. I forcefully shut both of my eyes. This time, it seemed as though he was intentionally attempting to tease me with every motion he made with his lips.

"Open your mouth.”

I followed his instructions and because of the way my mind is working, I get the sensation that I am now inside a dream. It feels like I'm soaring.

I fell into the bed as a result of the force with which he had been kissing me. He lifted my shirt up to my chest and ran his palm over my flesh before crawling it down.

The warmth moved swiftly throughout my whole body.

When he licked the back of my neck, I let out a few muffled groans.

"Mmm. Ah."

I didn't give a damn that it was the middle of the day or the other maids could hear us, all I wanted was to release the ecstasy that was embracing my whole body.

He sucked my neck and toyed with my nipples. I elevated my right leg as my hands were on his back.

While the two of us were still lying and gasping for each other's skin, a loud ringing sound emanated from Craig's pocket.

Even though he didn't appear to care about my lusty side, he continued to toy with my chest, which aroused me more. I can feel myself oozing "down there" with his swollen soldier pushing between my legs despite the fact that he is still wearing his pants.

*bzzt* bzzt*

When it buzzed once again, he finally came to a halt.

"Craig —"

"Wait a moment."

Craig came out before I even had a chance to question him.

'Joana Gordon? Why does she feel the need to contact him?'

If she wanted anything from Craig, she could have let me know sooner and saved us both some time. I don't understand it.

As I was thinking about it, I recalled what he had said the previous day when he also received a call from an unknown person.

The phrase that he spoke on that particular day is stuck in my brain like glue.

“No need to fret; I’ll keep it a secret from her.”