And in all, the pictures, her face was not hidden.
Veronica was now confused, her heart racing.
The woman had said it herself, he had brought her home, meaning… they were either married or dating.
So, why was she cheating on him?
And why couldn't she remember any of it?
"Is this true Adira?" Author turned to face her, and for some reason, she gulped.
" I know of no such, I swear."
"Then tell me! Who is he, huh?!"
"I'm telling you, I don't know him!"
"Then who is it?" Author asked, while still trying to maintain a calm tone.
"I can't remember, I've no clue of this man!" Her brows arched.
Author sighed, "You can't even keep yourself pure." He chuckled.
"How dare you cheat on my son, and then have the guts to say you don't know the man!"
Veronica glared up at her, and before anymore commotion could happen, a doctor stepped in.
"Madam Correy." The old lady turned at her name. "I'm afraid, I'd have to ask you to leave. It clearly seems, your disturbing the patient's rest."
She began laughing, finding his words ridiculous.
"And who are you to interfere?" She scoffed.
"Madam Correy. I am afraid, if you refuse, we'd have to call security."
Her laugh had died, and she was now glaring at the man.
"Very well… I shall return later, and when I do, I expect an explanation, you little slut." She aimed her words at Veronica, before taking her leave.
Veronica looked up at Author, expecting him to go all ballistic on her, with words, but no, he only could look at her, even more disappointed than the last look.
"Get some rest Adria." Author walked out, giving her no more answer to her questions, he'll only be entertaining the monkey if he kept on, with the play.
Veronica sighed, her cheek, still slightly stinging from the hit before.
And the pictures… She got up, luckily, they were still shattered on the bed.
Each picture had the same man, same place, and same room.
We're they meeting up, in that one spot?
Veronica thought, her mind scrambling with more questions, like; how she was alive, or; how her name suddenly changed, how she got a new look, how her husband had seemed to change to another man…
She inhaled, cutting out the thoughts with a peaceful exhale.
It didn't matter anymore… No one wanted to give her answer, so she'll just have to find it out herself.
She was now Adira… A d whatever happened, she was going to figure it out… With this body.
*** ***
A week had gone by, the doctor informed to Author Adira was free to go, but with medication needed.
Their car came to a halt, the gates to a mansion sliding open as the vehicle drove in with speed.
"Mr. Atthill, we've arrived." The driver informed, and in no time stepped out
The door to Adira immediately opened, and she was stunned by the house.
It was beautifully decorated with flowers, a fountain in the center of the compound, and a door that seemed to lead to a garden.
Maids lined up, and one by one, introduce themselves.
"It's lovely to meet you. My name is titi." She bowed.
"They're all new here?" Adira cocked a brow.
"It seems so." He began walking, leading the way.
"Would you like anything?" Author asked, handing his suit to one of the maids.
"A hot bath, would do."
"You heard her."
Titi nodded, and departed away from the other maids.
Adira was guided to the bathroom, and when the door was opened, her eyes were wide.
A large bathtub, surrounded by a marble floor, the tub filled with rose petals, and bubbles.
The lights were dimmed, and candles were lit around.
"I shall take my leave now." Adira gave an awkward smile, Waiting for it to leave, before beginning to strip.
It was so weird to look at herself in the face, and know, it was not her.
She dipped her toe into the bath, the warmth of it sending shivers.
It felt good, to relax.
Adira opened her eyes, getting a clear sight of the ceiling, and lights.
She closed her eyes, thinking about the man in the picture.
What was the relationship she had with him?
"I can't remember," she groaned in annoyance.
She was so tempted to find a way to get in contact with him.
But how could she? She didn't even know his name, or where they met up.
Why did she try so hard? Was it to prove her innocence?
No, main question was, why on earth would she follow a man that she had just met weeks ago, home?
Adira groaned again, but this time, louder.
It was annoying, frustrating even. She stepped out of the bath, her eyes glanced at near by mirror, and when she got yet another look at her, new self, Adria was left speechless.
"How… did this happen?"
"Are you okay, miss Adira?"
Titi knocked, and the door cracked open.
Adira was shocked.
"You were listening?!" She grabbed her robe, putting it on in no time.
"My apologies, I just thought-"
"Just thought, what?!"
Titi was quiet, not knowing what to say, but then, Adira sighed.
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have been so hard." Titi gloomed face immediately disappeared, a bright smile replacing it.
"It's alright, I should have been patient, my self." She smiled even more.
"I will be preparing dinner, and when it's time, I'll come back and get you."
"Yeah."
The door clicked shut, and Adira took a seat, her hands resting on the chair.
She looked up, and a picture of Author hung on the wall.
Was it love? Did she love him, enough, to go with a random man?
Love was a big word, after all, she did have a husband…
Adria looked down. One who didn't love her. Her hands squeezed tightly.
She couldn't get over the fact that he just left her there, and yet he dares call himself her husband.
Adira got up, heading for the bed, and soon later on sinking Into it.
Author was right, what she needed was rest.
It didn't matter how long, she just needed it.
With that, she fell asleep.
*** ***
Dinner was ready, the table had a white cloth, the chairs had cushions, the lights were dim, and candles were lit.
Author was waiting patiently for her, his eyes on the watch.
It was 9.30. and she was yet to show a trace, not until, she came down.
It felt mainly like this was some date, thanks to the dress he had picked out.
A short, sleeveless, v-cut black dress.
Adria sat down, the chair squeaked a little, her hair was in a bun, her legs crossed, and her lips, were red.
She had a necklace, with a small cross dangling off the chain.
"Your late."
"I had no idea we were doing a date."
"It's not one…"
Adira narrowed her eyes. "Then why did you make me dress this way?"
Author tilted his head slightly.
Adria never complained about how he treated her. His eyes equally narrowed, but soon, he brushed it off, in the sense of; maybe she's just annoyed.
He shouldered It off, and focused on his meal.
"What mother showed me…"
"I've already told you… I've never seen that man in my life." Author looked up at her, grabbing the napkin from his side and using it to wipe his lips.
"You know…" He said, his mouth still have a bit of food in it, making him have a muffled tone. "You were always quite the lier." He swallowed, making his voice a whole lot better.
"And what's that meant to mean?" Adria asked, her brow now cocking.
"What it means is that, I don't believe you." Author dropped his hand down on the table, his gaze fixing intensely on her.
"You don't?"
"No."
Adria smirked, the corner of her lip tugging upwards.
"Then I'll make you believe, by all means."
Author leaned back on his chair, a slight chuckle escaped his lips.
"How would you do that? If not, I don't see how you can."
Adira didn't respond, instead she continued with her meal.
Crazy bastard, she thought while having a mouth full of stake.
She was, going to find out what happened...