When I heard Luke's request, my throat dried up. How could a four-year-old boy understand his mother's thoughts? I never asked him to tell Lucas about this. He was the one who volunteered to command his father. Perhaps he would have seen us before and had high expectations. Lucas inhaled deeply and gulped down. He, too, was probably surprised. The maids, who had heard our son speak quietly, exchanged meaningful looks. I am sure they are curious as well. "Luke, your father is rushing to get to work. You can't simply ask—" "Mommy, that kiss only took a few seconds!" Luke makes a good point, but granting his wish was unnecessary. Lucas now appears dissatisfied. Well, it was not because of me. I am certain he is judging me. Perhaps he thought I was doing it, which is why he tightened his jaw. "Luke, please stop being so stubborn—" I was cut off as Lucas approached me. Because of the speed of the events, I had no idea what this quick kiss on my lips had done. My mouth stayed open. Luca
I decided to stay silent and not respond to what Lucas said. It should come as no surprise that I will lose in our debate. His way of thinking is incompatible with the point of view from which I would like to communicate with him. He also demonstrates emotional strength, and the law should be based on his words. I discreetly ate some food. I refrained from looking at Lucas again because I knew it would bring me to tears. I feel humiliated and unwanted. "Mommy, do you think we could play after our meal?" Luke asked me in the middle of our breakfast; I assumed he was still watching cartoons. "No, Luke. This is your first day back at school." Lucas had already responded to his questions before I could say anything. I pursed my lips. Even though I would like to agree with Luke's request. I now understand that the way Lucas expressed his thoughts on everything suggests that he, as his father, plays a fairly authoritative role in his life. Lucas is the type of man who says what he means,
As soon as Luke and his nanny walked out the door, I was enveloped in a deafening silence. While I was standing at the door, watching them get into the vehicle, I thought that I should just accompany them to send him to school, but they had already left the house. I am sure I will not do anything here in the mansion. Even though I stated this, if they wait any longer for me to change into new clothes, he may be too late for their classes. Luke was the one who got my clothes wet earlier and enjoyed it; now that he can, he looks very happy. "Bye, Mommy!" Luke's expression was priceless as he looked at me through the open window of the school bus. He smiled widely as he waved his hands. I responded with a hand gesture toward him. Don't worry, Luke. Starting today, I will be a responsible mother for you. Even if I cannot recall anything, I am going to try to make things right in my life. Let us make new memories where we are happy. "Bye Luke, see you later!" As the car sped away, I co
I went back to our room to consider what I had learned after taking one of the housemaids on a tour of the manor. I thought back on the few bits of information I had managed to lose. It is obvious that I used to be incredibly awful at them and everything. The cook attempted to send a snack after lunch, but I was so consumed with thoughts of all the things I had to get done that I found it difficult to sit down and enjoy the desserts. Is this who I really am? What if there had been a possibility to exchange one person's soul for another? And I am one of them? Is that even possible? I have a strong sense that I am not the real Adeline. The problem is, I do not know how to explain this to Lucas while I have his wife's face and ring. Personally, I noticed something out of the ordinary. If I were her, I would at least have an innocent heart. What if it turns out that you are indeed this woman? You are simply unable to acknowledge it because you have no recollection. I sighed and laugh
We walked together to the ice cream shop that Luke had pointed out to me. When we pulled up in front of the store, only Luke and I got out because I had assured his nanny that she could wait inside the car. She initially rejected my request, but she eventually gave in and agreed to what I wanted."There is no need to worry. Luke and I are not going anywhere. You can see us across the shop if you look out the car window."She did not respond, as if she thought it was a waste of time to talk to me."Luke, take it slowly. There is no need to be so rushed. This type of ice cream shop keeps a large number of stocks." I whispered as I gripped his small hands tightly. I am afraid I have forgotten him. Luke mentioned to me earlier that we frequently go here to get ice cream whenever he has a craving for it. As is typical for me, I have no recollection of this location in comparison to others. But to pique his interest even more, all I do is nod as if I am remembering those days. The store is
Luke's nanny swallowed hard as if she had a lump in her throat. I will not let her do this. She cannot rule me because I have responsibilities. I am the wife of her boss, not anyone else. My husband is no longer treating me well; will she even take away my rights to my child? That is terrible. She cannot tell me what to do or not do. If she dislikes me, she has the option to resign. I can now provide better care for my child. She did what I wanted while lowering her gaze to the ground. I did not say anything to humiliate her; I simply did not like how she approached me earlier. She remained standing by our side while carrying Luke in her arms. My son continues to look at us alternately. Perhaps he was perplexed by the sudden rise in the tone of my voice. "I am sorry, Madam." I did not respond. I bit my bottom lip as I returned my gaze to her. I believe my words have caused her significant pain. I was furious with her. Her actions will suddenly become erratic without explanation. I s
When I turned to face the store's entrance, it was as if ice water had been thrown all over my body. Lucas was standing there, glaring at us with bloodshot eyes. His lips were drawn in a grim line, as were his brows. He was clearly suppressing his rage, but it was still evident in my eyes. Looking into the corners of his eyes reveals his attitude. Oh my God! Is this what I was saying before? It happened in a matter of seconds after I thought about it. Is this the answer to my question about what would happen if Lucas found us here? I am just kidding, Lord; why did you give easy answers to my questions? Adeline, what will you do now? Think about it quickly! I have no doubt that he saw how that man hugged me. Lucas undoubtedly witnessed that. His gaze shifted from me to Dominic. I can not put into words how much hatred he had on his face. The two of them kept staring at me as if they were fighting for something. I knew I was in a bad situation. The first thing that came to mind was t
"Are you going to make a change over time? Will we be able to mend our broken family? You do not seem to remember who you are. What the heck is this? You did not have to wait long to see him again—it was only one day after you were released from the hospital, Adeline!" he pointed me.His booming voice echoed throughout our room. "How much longer will you make me look foolish, Adeline? Answer me!" When we got back from the park, he immediately brought me to this room. Allowing Luke to enter his room first was a cunning plan to hide the fact that he was mistreating me. The rage that was consuming him at the moment was beyond his control. Because of his rage, both of his shoulders swung up and down repeatedly. He placed both hands on his waist, implying that if he did not do it, he would physically harm me. I know it is only a matter of time before he makes a threat against me. I can not blame him because I was also at fault. "Lucas..." I tried to explain, despite the fact that I knew