His Ex Wife

Scott’s POV

I could not believe it, the young woman that had was there for me through this, caring for me without even looking at herself since these 3 hectic days, was my wife. It felt weird, tasting the word wife on my tongue. I was married to her, as shocking as it came to me, I was so glad that I was able to make something useful out of my life, marrying someone like her- kind and beautiful. Julie Anderson, had she been here with me, would have been the proudest of me; I wondered what had happened to Samantha, we could have been a thing, but I knew even then that it would probably have not lasted long, she was not marriage material that girl.

I looked at Yvonne, Yvonne, that name…It did not even ring a bell in my brain but, I felt like I had been used to saying that name many times. I was thrilled on the inside, married! She was the girl who was finally able to tame someone as wild as me.

My bewilderment was barely controllable with all types of questions popping inside my mind and yet all I could do was hold both her shoulders in my hands- my fractured hand hurt a little, but I didn’t let that hold me back- and say, “You are my wife!” as if confirming her statement again. My eyes had been wide with excitement and joy but hers only widened in surprise, like she was not even expecting this kind of reaction from me.

It was not easy being a patient suffering from amnesia. From the last few days, I had been mentally trying to accept that I have aged this much, that beard suited my mature face, that my body seemed a lot stiffer than when I used to play soccer in Edmont High. And of course, anything that reminded me of school was not without Mariella. She was like a dream to me right now; I had not even finished mourning her death yet…or come to terms with what I had done to her. That was all that remained clear, that I was a murderer…and now within days, I was a husband too, to a loving wife who loved me and cared for me this much.

Looking at Yvonne just made all that fade, her face and her eyes were so soothing, calm and peaceful; but that peace was more of a kind that before a storm, too quiet. I wondered if the news of my accident made her like this or if she had always been like this, even this trait of her was attractive.

“How many years have we been married Yvonne?” I asked her not being able to wait, “Do we any have kids?”

She stared back at me completely stupefied, I wondered if I had asked her too much. She then tried to quickly conceal her behavior and looked straight, not looking at me, trying to think.

“Married…It’s been 5 years well,” she placed her hands around her shoulders nervously trying to think and then noticed my fractured hand in my lap, she rested my wounded hand on the wide handstand of the bed. “And we don’t have any kids Scott…” she said quietly.

“No kids?” I asked in a bit of a shock, “Do we have a happy marriage?” I really hoped she would say yes, I did not want to be a bad husband. This is all I could think of now, I wished I was not a bad husband or had a bad marriage because of my past, I would not have wanted that to impact my future life.

last eternity for me. As soon as that ended, she

blue eyes were so deep, I could just drown in them, I wanted to just keep watching her. Her eyes were

her and pulled her into a tight and unexpected hug. She was taken aback at my action, but she did not hold back, I hugged her to my chest, tight enough for her soft hair to fill my face and her fragrance was enthralling,

Yvonne if he had snatched my mom Julie and Mariella from me, there

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External POV

She was hesitant to respond to his hug at first, but she did hug him back- all she could think of right now was that he needed her. Of all times, now when he had

call the doctor, leaving the room immediately but before that, she did not fail to notice the satisfactory smile that had curved on Scott’s lips. He seemed innocent, maybe he was, back when he had still been a young adult.

the regular check-ups and to keep him away from tragic and shocking news that could affect his slowly healing nervous system. She could not promise that but she had to do it anyway now. She collected all the documents from the office including his medical X-Rays and then went to Scott’s room where he sat ready on the edge of the bed

Yvonne’s small car and out of the clinic now, Scott asked, “Did we grow poor in

called being poor, and you’re not poor Scott, you’re the richest man in New York,” she stated, helping him inside the car. She carefully placed

that my wife has a small car like this?” he questioned authoritatively, watching her as she

to Yvonne’s

life, I have high principles, like not being interested in your money,”

been fixed on her though, he felt impressed and proud of his choice, looking at her- beautiful, philosophical and a safe driver, he made mental notes to himself. She was different from all the girls he had met until now, or at least till he had remembered until

now, “How can you bring in the financial status when all of what I own is already yours, you have right over everything, over me…” he