I woke up in my car, calling Yura's name, and saw people gathering. I got out in the car, curious of what's happening then as i came closer and I saw my dead wife, her face was cold with a sharp gaze, her clothes torn and ragged, embodying a harsh and relentless spirit.
Holding a knife in the man's neck, in a dazed I slowly approach her grab the knife and hold her hands, her face was in shock to say something as I pulled her away.
The people around us was in shock and amazed by how easy for me to do that dangerous thing.
I let her into my car, and we drove in silence until we reached my house. Without a word, we headed straight to my bedroom.
I told her to sit on the bed. She complied, then looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "Who are you and, Why did you bring me here? I could do something that might hurt you, you know," she said, her voice trembling.
"I know, but I'm not afraid. I've done worse than what you did; I've even killed people before, so don't worry," I said with a mix of confidence and positivity. "I brought you here, into my room, and don't worry this room is not for everyone to enter.
She siad, "Then why did you bring me here?
Though you know I'm not allowed to enter, you dragged me here anyway," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. Then I siad "It's a habit of mine"
She was confused and eager to leave in this situation, that she didn't even know why she obediently came along to a strangers house.
As I took a step back, I realized how tattered and dirty her clothes were, hanging off her in disarray. I siad,"Go take a shower first". I told her gently, my voice softening. "We'll talk about this matter when you finish." She looked at me with a mix of relief and apprehension, then slowly nodded and made her way to the bathroom, leaving me alone.
As she took a shower, I was lost in thought, unsure of what to do next. Then, she walked out of the bathroom, covered in a towel and looking so gorgeous that it took my breath away.
I smiled, but was pulled back to reality when I heard her voice, barely above a whisper, "Ahmm, hello, are you there?" I realized this woman in front of me was not my wife. I grinned, thinking, why would my wife be here? I'm the one who witnessed her death because I'm the one who killed her. I laughed as my tears slowly fell.
She ask "why are you crying?" Her voice cold and confused. I wiped my tears and told her to remove the towel. She asked, her voice confused, "Why would I do that?" I laughed, then shifted into a cold demeanor as I retrieved a gun from my closet.
Her expression turned obedient as she said, "OK, just chill out," and removed the towel. "Are you satisfied? Now put the gun down." Then put the gun beside me.
As I scanned every inch of her, her body trembling, I said in a cold voice, "You're shaking?". She siad "I know, I'm scared. I didn't know you had a gun voice trembling." I continued, "Don't worry, I won't shoot you, but if you do something to anger me, I might do something you'll regret." After scanning her body, I feel paranoid.
"You really are not my wife. Why would I hope for something like this? How foolish of me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. She looked at me, confused, and asked, her voice just a whisper, "Can I put the towel on now?" I nodded. "Yes, you can. Wait here; I'll get you some clothes," I said softly.
When I came back, she was sitting on the bed. "Here, change into this. Let's see if it suits you," I said. She asked, "Where should I change?" I replied, "Change here." As she struggled with her zipper, she hesitated to ask for help, but I came close and assisted her. Her face flushed as I zipped up her dress.
As I stepped back, my face flushed; I was mesmerized by her beauty. I gestured for her to sit down and asked softly, "What's your name?" She replied, "My name i don't know, i don't have a name the doctor kicked me out." Confused, I asked, "Why would the doctor do that? What happened?" She explained, "Because I couldn't pay the bill and didn't remember anything about myself not even my name. No one ever came to the hospital to get me."
Now I understand, she has amnesia. You're making me even more curious about who you really are.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked, my voice gentle but cold. She replied, her voice barely audible, "I don't know. I sleep on the street after being kicked out in the hospital." Thinking I still had to investigate her identity, I then asked, "What if I ask you to sleep here? My house is big, and there are a lot of empty rooms. Don't worry, no one will bother you. My maids respect me and whoever I bring into this house," I said reassuringly. I called for a maid to clean the guest room.
After thinking, I called my assistant, Charles, a retired military man. I hired Charles because of his loyalty and experience, knowing I could rely on him in the future. I then told Charles to investigate this person.