Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Asher’s POV

I stayed with her in the room watching her stare into space as she had a piercing headache before I leaned forward to touch her forehead. She was running a temperature. How was I going to help her in this situation?

The doctor came back as he had forgotten something and he saw her running a fever.

He jumped into action, getting out his tools to help her relieve herself.

When he was done she was feeling better but she was getting back her memory.

“I can remember things,” she said as I looked at the doctor with widened eyes. Finally, she was getting her memory back.

She talked about her abduction as she could remember more details of it.

I immediately called the inspector who rushed over with his men that night.

She explained how she had been abducted while they took her statement and used it to go to the place of her abduction. It was not going to be an easy job for the police but they were going to have a better time searching for whoever had abducted her than I would have.

They finished taking her statement and started out of the house.

They rallied more officers, giving them directions to the place.

One of the inspectors stayed to listen to more details.

“Since you were drugged,” noted the officer. “You can’t certainly remember the route to the cell so it has to be a house close to where you were found. That would mean that we would check whatever shack we can find in the area.”

I nodded, happy that we were getting to the bottom of this case.

“Also, can you tell us more about the details of your abduction. Maybe there is something you remember,” the man pushed forward. I wanted to stop him but he was doing a good job getting information from her.

“I can remember a man and a woman there. They spoke to me but I can’t remember what they talked about.”

“Do you know what the woman looked like?”

“No.”

“What about the man?”

“He was muscular but that was it. I can’t remember much. It seemed like the woman was running the operation by the way she ordered people around.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“On the night or day that you were shot, can you remember what happened? Who shot you and where you were shot?”

She shook her head. She was trying to remember but it wasn’t happening.

“Daddy?” I heard a little voice say at the door as I looked to find Layla. The chaos must have woken her up.

“I’ll be right back;” I said, taking up the little girl as I carried her in my arms while he rubbed her eyes. “Hey beautiful. What is wrong? You can’t sleep?”

“I was sleeping. But why is it so noisy?”

“The officers are just here to do their job. Don’t worry you’ll be fine.”

“Why is there a doctor and a police officer in mummy’s room?”

“Mummy is regaining her memory,” I smiled. This had her excited. “Yes, very soon she will take you to Disneyland and the park to play with you guys.”

“Yay!” She cheered before pouting. “I don’t want to go to Disneyland. The last time I went there I got in a fight with a clown.”

“Yes. Me too. I hate clowns.”

I took her to her room to see her brothers still sleeping.

The open windows must have been the reason for why the police sirens had caused chaos in the vicinity.

I closed the windows and played a lullaby for them before exiting the room.

I rushed back to the room to see her talking to the officer.

“I can remember Aurora and the children,” she said as the officer pointed to me.

“What about him? Can you remember him?”

She shook her head, breaking my heart.

Everyone but me. I had been pushed out of her heart. I took in deep breaths before walking to the window to look out of it.

I was sad that she could not recognize me. I would only leave her to be until she found herself back to me.

The doctor before leaving noticed how sad I was and gave me his advice.

“From a professional standpoint, giving her space to heal is very important. Trust me, it would help her heal even better than hovering about her while she tried to know who she was.

“I’d advise that you leave her alone and get her the help she needs from time to time but maintain your distance until she would heal again.”

I could only agree with the man. He was the professional here and I was just the man who wanted her healed.

When he was gone, the officers left too and I was alone with her.

“Are you okay?” I asked getting into the room with a cup of hot chocolate. “You should drink this. It’s your favorite beverage at night.”

She smiled taking it from my hand.

“You know me so well,” she smiled.

“I’ve lived with you for a while now and I’ve learned to study you so I will help you in times of need.”

“I’m so sorry that I can’t remember you.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault. You had an accident, how is that your fault? Don’t be sorry for the damage caused. When you’re healed we’ll have all the time in the world to have more fun.”

She drank it and went to sleep.

By morning, she was up and playing with the kids as they tried to recall her memories of me and her but even that failed. I was conflicted by it but it was part of the process.

I could only stay from a distance and watch without engaging.

She excused herself from them and walked to join me at the balcony.

“Give me another chance to rebuild this relationship with you,” she said to me.

“Okay,” I smiled.