Chapter 7

ANA’s POV.

“Ana, don’t you want to get out of here and get some fresh air?”

When I saw Paris standing at the door of my room, I smiled at her.

I’m uncertain how long I’ve been here at the hacienda since I found out the truth about our relationship.

Since then, I’ve just locked myself in my room and haven’t talked to anyone except Paris and Martin. That’s why I feel like I’m becoming a burden to them, and they could not enjoy their honeymoon.

I sighed and smiled at Paris. “I apologize for becoming a burden to you and Martin. Because of me, you can't have a honeymoon.” I said. I’m already ashamed of her for bothering them.

I know her. Martin introduced her to me, but I had a feeling they were a couple because of their closeness. It’s embarrassing that I'm still an impediment to both of them.

Because of what I said, Paris frowned. “Huh? Martin and I are not married and I’m her friend!” my eyes widened as she spoke, and I covered my mouth because of my nonsense.

Paris laughed because she could tell I was embarrassed by what I was saying.

“It’s okay. Many people have suspicions about us, but I swear we’re not married; I like someone else, and he likes someone else,” she said as she entered my room. I try not to look at her because I’m shy, she'll think I’m gossiping.

Oh my goodness, Ana! What are you doing?

Paris coughed to draw my attention, so I turned to face her. “Don’t you remember Martin?” she asked. Her question stunned me.

That was one of her questions I couldn’t answer. Because I, too, don’t know the answer.

Did Martin and I ever meet before? I don’t know because I don’t remember that I met him before. And there was a portrait of a woman who looked like me in the living room. I couldn’t ask Martin because I was embarrassed.

I looked at Paris, but I just shook my head because I didn’t know what to say.

She gave me a nod. “I don’t want to interfere but... Didn’t you try to remember?” she asked while staring at me. Paris seemed to wait for my answer.

I sighed and looked out of my room's glass wall once again.

“I’m trying, but all I get is a headache. I want to remember, so I can understand what happened to me, 5 years ago.” I shook my head. “Why am I here, and why is Martin with me instead of my husband?” I asked, and I was trying to smile at her.

She sighed, and she came up to me. “Hmm… I would rather not lead Martin on, but I’m not the type to keep a secret.” She said, as I looked at her.

“I’m uncertain, but isn’t your husband, Mateo Villalobos, a son of Levy?” asked Paris. I nodded to her, and she nodded back. “As far as I remember, when news came about what happened to Levy’s former daughter-in-law, it was also the year they won the election, and it was also the year model Chloe Cain was introduced as the new wife of his only child, Mateo Villalobos.” she said.

The year they thought I died was also the year they proceeded with their wedding plans. Why is this happening to me? I’m uncertain how I can believe all the rumors. I don’t know how I should feel.

“What happened to you was all over the news, and the car you were riding in lost the brakes,” said Paris. “Because of the heavy rain, and the car slipped and fell into the cliff, to attempting to kill you.” I was taken aback by what she said, and it was as if an image entered my mind that I don’t know.

I closed my eyes tightly because my head hurt. And some images came to mind. I tried to remember or clarify what image had entered my mind, but it only made my head hurt more.

“Ahh!” I shouted. My head hurts even more because so many images flash through my mind. I can’t hear Paris anymore.

“Damn, Ana! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have told you! Damn! What should I do? Should I call Martin? Damn! He’ll be mad!” I closed my eyes and held my head up. “Damn! Ana!”

Please, stop!

I closed my eyes even tighter, but I couldn’t shake the hazy images that were entering my mind. What was that? What are the images that I have seen? “Ahh!”

I touched my head, which was so painful it felt like it was splitting.

“Injection!”

I just felt that I was lying on my bed and someone injected my arm. I was weak and my vision was blurry.

“W-what happened to the two of us, Mateo?”

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THIRD POV

“Damn! What happened?” Martin yelled to Paris.

Because Martin was so angry, Paris closed her eyes and didn’t know what to say. She also had no choice but to call the man, even though she knew Martin would be mad.

“What happened to her?!” asked Martin.

Paris bit her lower lip and noticed the maids entering the rooms because they had witnessed Martin’s anger. Paris turned to face Ana, who was unconscious.

She inhaled deeply. “I-I’m sorry I told her about the accident, but I didn’t expect her reaction to be like that,” Paris apologized, adding that she was also annoyed with herself because Ana almost got hurt because of her nonsense.

Martin frowned. “What did I tell you, Paris? You have nothing else to tell to Ana! You disobey me!” Martin yelled at her. Paris bit her lower lip again, and closed her eyes, knowing she was also guilty.

‘Because you say a lot, Paris.’ she just pouted her lips and said nothing to Martin, who was still angry.

“Calm down, bro.” Cole, one of their friends, was indeed calming Martin down. “This is a sign for Ana to remember everything,” said the doctor.

Martin knows it is better to change Ana’s doctor because he does not trust the doctors who look for her. So, he called his friend to check on Ana’s condition.

Martin calmed down and returning his gaze to Ana.

“So… she has amnesia?” Asked Martin, which surprised his friends.

Paris and Cole were both frowning. “What the f-ck, bro? Probably!” said Cole.

“I was thinking…” Martin shook his head. “So, how is she?” asked Martin, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s the sign that the memories she lost may return. You should prepare or tell Ana what really happened to her before she discovers the truth.” said Cole. Paris agrees with him because Ana needs to remember before doing what they’ve been planning for a long time.

Cole sighed. “Don’t make her suffer. She’s already suffering too much; as far as I can tell, her strength is gradually returning, and it won’t be long before she’s going back to normal,” he said. Paris nodded to agree with Cole.

“If you want your plans to succeed, you must wake up Ana from her nightmare.” said Paris. Martin glared at her, and she only pouted because she knew Martin was still mad at her.

“We’re leaving first. Call us if you need anything.” Cole tapped Martin on the shoulder as they left Ana’s room.

Martin sighed, and he thought about what he was going to do. He just stared at Ana and touched his lips before standing up and dialing to his phone.

(“President?”)

“Do as I say. Finish all the documents because I need them.”

(“Yes, immediately, President.”)

Martin hung up the phone and turned back to face her. “They are right. We must carry out my plans for you to exact revenge on them for what they did to you. I will not let them step on you again,” said Martin as he stroked Ana’s hair.

He didn’t know Ana was already awake and only listening to him.

‘What should I know what happened five years ago?’