Chapter 93-Unbelievable

‘I’m your wife’ Those words have echoed in my head for the last two weeks. She said them then forced me to leave. I had more questions I needed to understand how I could have a wife and not remember her but she said we had a deal. She answered my question and I needed to leave. It was in that moment that I realized that not only could I not read her thoughts, but I couldn't use any sort of powers on her. It was unfair and I tried pushing the issue but she threatened to scream rape if I didn’t leave her room so I did. The walls of the old hotel were thin and I didn’t need that kind of attention. The possible embarrassment to Florence or her family wasn’t something I wanted to risk. Not to mention being caught in the hotel room with another woman; the very same woman she saw me talking to yesterday. That is something that would be hard to explain. But I was haunted by her face; the faces of those boys, which I now thought could be mine. She said I had gone missing but she didn’t say how.

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Chapter 92-Seeing A Ghost

I sat at the little café, the same one I had sat at for the last two days trying to figure out how to talk to him. I had gone by the address and had seen him out in the garden with her. He looked the same yet different. They laughed as they played spraying each other with water. I looked away when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. I got back to my room as fast as I could and spent the rest of the night curled up on my bed crying. He looked so happy, so in love with that woman. I second guessed disrupting his life. Here things were easier for him; he didn’t have to deal with any of the craziness I brought into his life. It was Mulo telling me to let it go and come home that made me want to stay. I had come this far and I wouldn’t give up that easily. That’s what he wanted and I refused to leave without even talking to him. I pulled out the picture of us and the boys taken the day we moved into the new house trying to decide how to approach him. We looked so happy, he was happy with me even with all of the craziness. I finished the last of my latte, then got up to leave backing into someone.

“Perdonatemi.” (pardon me) His accent was flawless but his voice was still the same. I stood there frozen unable to speak as I stared into the face of a ghost.

“Oh Marcus.” I cried wrapping my arms around his neck without thinking. 

He was shocked for a moment to have a stranger fling herself on him but recovered removing my arms from around his neck and taking a step back. He had a fleeting look of what I thought was recognition when he looked at me but it quickly passed. 

“I'm sorry Miss but I believe you have me confused with someone.”

 I knew he wouldn’t know me but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Since he didn't recognize his name, I guess he didn't know who he was. Mulo really wanted to make sure we never found each other again. Seeing him, realizing he truly had no idea of who I was, was the sign I needed to just walk away. I turned and quickly grabbed up my bag.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. Excuse me.” I tried to move past him but he grabbed my arm, his brows scrunched together in concentration looking as if he was attempting to recall something. 

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