His Worst Nightmare

Even though it was late, Alexus remained up. His gaze would occasionally stray to the back of his wife and up toward the rising light coming from the lampshade on the nightstand, arm's length away from where his wife was lying in the same bed but apart from him.

She wanted to go gently, and he appreciated that, although he was troubled by the wall she had built between them, regardless of her amnesia.

Even in this situation, Rafaella treated him just as coldly as before. Yet, he was sure that she desired him in his manly capacity. But now that someone out there wanted to bury her, there was a trust issue. Yet he could ensure his wife would always be protected as long as she was with him. And by then, everything had returned to normal for her. He anticipated that she would have the flexibility to make their marriage work. He couldn't accept it himself, but he was troubled.

He feared Rafaella would argue that their relationship was solely based on a piece of paper. With him, no. She d