Six months ago ...
I woke up because someone seemed to be wiping me. I opened my eyes. The dazzling room opened up to me because it was all white. Only one thing came to my mind, and that was, I was in the hospital.
I looked at the side of the bed I was lying on when a man spoke.
"Are you awake ... How are you feeling?"
My forehead furrowed when I saw the man's appearance. I don't know how he looks.
"Who are you? Why am I here at the hospital?" I wondered as I rolled my eyes across the room.
He walked over to the door and locked it when the nurse who had been wiping me earlier came out.
He approached me and sat on the bed I was lying on. "My name is Andrew Cruz, your batchmate in high school. Do you remember me?"
I shook my head at his question. No matter how hard I try, I will never remember him. "I didn't know you, and I didn't remember that you were my batchmate in high school."
"It's okay, at least you've met me now. Are you wondering why you're here at the hospital?"
I nodded in response to his question. Why? What happened to me when I was here?
"Listen ... I'll tell you a story."
I listened to his stories. In an instant, my headache, and suddenly, everything went dark.
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I woke up in another room. I suddenly fell in love with him because of how I felt. I hit my head when it suddenly ached.
I stood up and rolled my eyes across the room. It's for central space. Because of its black carpet all around and blue.
I was looking at the door when the door suddenly opened. A man I spoke to at the hospital was thrown there.
I was suddenly nervous when I saw him.
"You okay, now? How are you feeling right now?" He asked me as he approached where I was.
I backed away, so he stopped approaching me, and then he laughed.
"Don't be nervous, Ena. And don't be afraid of my presence. I am your friend." He said with a smile as he looked at me intently.
"Ena? Who is Ena?" I wondered the question, I don't know, but when I heard that name, it was as if something was drumming in my chest.
"You don't remember anything? You don't remember what I told you when you were in the hospital?" He asked me again.
He did not answer my question to him just now.
I thought about his question, and that's when I just remembered everything he told me.
The big truck collided with me, and my husband separated from me. Who is that?
And, of course. I am Ena. Ena Marquez-Villarreal.
"It is all happening because of your husband's fault."
I was shocked when I heard that from him.
I don't know if I will be angry with what he says or myself because I do not remember anything.
It's hard to trust someone I don't know very well, and it's hard to trust someone when you don't even remember one.
Suddenly my head hurt, so I fell into it. Andrew immediately joined me and helped me to sit on the bed I was lying on earlier.
"You need to rest; you are not completely healed. If you have a question for me, then ask when you are okay." He told me that I was nodding.
He left the room; I was left stunned by the absence.
What happened? Who am I? And who is Cedrick Villaurel, who is said to be my husband?