Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Asher’s POV

I did not understand what the man meant by that.

“What do you mean she has amnesia?” I wanted to know what he was talking about.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know how she got the injury to the head but I can tell you it was caused by a blunt blow to the head. This or she was shot but she doesn’t have any bullet hole on her skull. So it only falls down to trauma.”

“So she has amnesia,” I said. “What can’t she remember? The last place she was? It’s fine, we can figure that part out later.”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t remember anything. The only thing she could remember was her name. She did not have any recollection of her family or her children or even you, sir. She doesn’t know who she is. Just her name.”

This was bad. I was glad that she was alive but what was I going to do to her now she has lost her memory. Was she going to be a vegetable? Was she going to die or something? I didn’t know how amnesia worked and the more the doctor explained it the worse it got.

“We would need to make sure she does not have any internal injuries so we have started running major tests on her. We don’t want to end up missing out on something important just to find out that she had a splinter in the wrong place so we are scanning her body thoroughly.

“We are also sure this amnesia is a short term memory loss caused by the traumas she suffered while she was gone.”

“Can I see her?” I asked after a few minutes of being silent and letting the news sink in. I was too tired for any of this. I needed to at least see her and know she was alive.

“Yea, of course,” he said, stepping aside. “But please, no traumatic news to her or it could get really stressful for her body making her to not heal as well as we want her to.”

I turned to the doctor, “When do we expect her memories to return?”

The man shrugged. “We don’t know. But we expect her to make full recovery within the month. As for her brain, short term had different meanings and that is just a speculation. She could even be able to make full recovery within the day if her body heals fast enough.”

That was not encouraging at all. I opened the door to see her laying in the room by herself with a nurse checking her vitals.

I entered and walked to the bed with a sick feeling in my stomach. How could I have let this happen? I was the worst man on the planet for letting her end up like this.

I could not do anything but cry at the sight of her body patched up with lots of bandages.

Her chest had been wrapped using those bandages.

She had one around her head too. How worse could this get?

She was not awake. I bent down to kiss her cheek before walking out of the room.

I would stay with the doctor, discussing possible treatments while she healed. I was also going to keep this news from the children. I did not want them to have any trouble with them finding out what happened to their mother. I was going to keep this news away from them.

***

I spoke with the doctors and we came up with multiple treatment plans but the most common thing I kept getting was that time cured everything. But not for me. Time didn’t cure anything for me. If it did, why was she still suffering from memory loss? It had been a few minutes.

We finally decided to let her heal before I walked out to breathe at the balcony. Tears flowed from my eyes. This was a terrible day for me. I could not believe that everything had gone from a happy month to a sad one.

I suddenly missed the old moments we used to have. This was terrible. I wanted everything to go back to the way it used to be.

***

Zendaya’s POV

I awoke to the sound of cars and machines beeping. There before me was a television with people driving cars in a dangerous way.

I looked at the ceiling and turned to my side to see injections and needles on a table. I was in a hospital. How had I gotten here? I could not remember anything.

“You’re awake,” someone said beside me as I turned to see a man standing close to the bed. He was a handsome man and he smiled at me like he knew me.

Whoever he was, he was acting creepy by the way he was holding my hand.

I slowly took away my hand from his as his face fell from happy to confused and then sad.

“Who are you?” I heard my voice croak and wondered if I had always sounded like that. It felt weird.

“Asher,” he smiled again. I shook my head as he mentioned his name again and again but I could not remember him. His eyes welled up as he got out his phone but a nurse across the room refused him on showing me a few images.

“It’s not time yet,” she said as he nodded, putting the phone back in his pocket.

“He’s the president of the states,” the nurse said to me as I recoiled when he held my hand. I didn’t know him so why would I touch him?

I could see he was visibly hurt by me getting my hand away from his but I didn’t care.

“You’ll be alright,” he said, walking out of the room. “I promise you that you’ll be alright.”

When he was gone, I wondered why the strange man was talking to me like he knew me. This was a very weird day.

Closing my eyes, I started to drift off into the darkness again.