~Please know your immeasurable worth,
every breath you take is exquisite.
-Unknown Author

"He's been there for three hours, Laura. What if he tries to burn the building?" I rolled my eyes inwardly at her insanity. I doubt he'd attempt to do such absurd things. What am I even implying that a bastard is capable of anything?

"I think you should go downstairs, Laura. He wouldn't be out there for hours for nothing, just give him a second to explain." It's not a good suggestion, but it'll be a good way to taunt him with everything at the moment.

"Okay," I said, casually throwing on my coat and slipping on my sandals with my phone in hand. While descending down the stairs, I was shaking vibrantly. My mind was distraught while I stepped off the last stairs. I went downstairs and walked by the car fixing my hair in the mirror when my phone started ringing. It was from Tina.

"Hey, babe." I smiled, twirling my hair between my fingers. The window went down and I was faced with a furious Vincent. I hadn't seen him in 3 days. Part of me wanted to hug him and tell him how much I missed him, but the other part of me wanted to kill him.

So apparently he didn't tell me how I lost my memories, but slowly they hit me like a running train. Something so devasting he kept from me and, despite him knowing, he still allowed them. He behaved like it was a minor injury when it was really bad. My parents were the cause of it and I couldn't believe that he actually brought them to our home. "I'm going to the store. Want something?" I respond back to Tina, ignoring Vincent's stares.

"Who's on the phone, Laura?" I rolled my eyes playing with my fingernails before he could utter his next words. I walked away. Hearing the footsteps behind me left me without a doubt that he was indeed following me. I know he was a stalker, but right now wouldn't be the time.

Taking a stop, he walked right past me, going elsewhere. At least I know he wasn't actually following me. Heading to the supermarket, I walked around for a few minutes and grabbed a few things before heading back to the apartment.

I blinked a few times to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but they weren't doing so. Holding the bags tightly in my hands, one of the bags of the chips burst to make them all crumble into the flower. I stomped my feet across the street and headed straight inside the café, a place where I would probably have attempted murder if I didn't get answers.

Vincent was smiling at whatever that girl said and he seemed to be enjoying himself. He never smiled at anything I said and that left a pang in my heart. Yeah, he does smile, but I think it is just a pretense to the media. "So this is where you were heading to?" He rolled his eyes, looking around the café to see if I was drawing attention, and pretty much I didn't give a damn.

"Vincent I'm talking to you!" I snapped, slamming my hands on the table. The girl watched us in amusement and I could see she was on the verge of laughing. "You're pathetic. I'm not going to ever come back home." You better tell her that was all I heard when I left.

"I can't believe he's cheating on me. Aren't I pretty enough? Maybe it's because I'm brown." I looked in the mirror of a car that was parked with a bored expression, taking a bite of my chocolate. It couldn't be that I was barely seen as black because of my light skin tone, more white than black. "So much for being pretty." I scoffed with one last glance and walked away.

"I'm not cheating on you, Laura." I turned around to see him still following me, showing him my middle finger. I turned back around.

"I'm not cheating on you Laura. You should go home and see Mr. Johnson. Your lover is waiting for you." I mocked when I heard him chuckle. Just a few more steps and I'll be at the apartment. My phone rang in time. It was Tina. This would be a good time to get him on his bad side.

"Yes, yes, I've bought chocolates," I replied, seductively looking at Vincent, who only gave me one of his death glares. How could he possibly fall for this? I was terrible at acting. "I feel guilty for cheating on Vincent, but the love I have for you Cameron is special - one of a kind". Tina was actually choking on whatever she was eating, shouting if I had cheated on him and who was Cameron.

"I saw him with another girl a few minutes ago. He smiled something that I've failed at doing. Maybe it was a good idea when I came to you-." My phone was forcefully pulled out of my hands. Vincent ended the call by looking at me deadpan in the eyes. "You accuse me of cheating when you were cheating before. Who is this Cameron?" I bit down on my cheek to prevent the laughter that was ready to erupt from my mouth. By the look on his face, he was annoyed and angry if that was possible, but that was the look I was getting.

I let out a sigh, circling him before I came back facing him. "He's my lover. Who else?" I shrugged my shoulders and walked away, but I was turned back around to face him. "I'm your husband and you went out and sought love somewhere else." I gasped, holding on to my chest, sarcastic, letting out a humorous laugh almost leaving me in tears.

"You are my husband, yes, but it's only for a year and you made it so clear that-" I motioned my fingers back and forth in the space between us, "that nothing was to take place in this useless relationship, no hugging, no kissing, no sort of physical contact, but haven't we broken a few of those rules? Unbelievable." I could see the clenching and unclench of his hands. He was looking at me with one of his murderous glares. "And don't ever put your hands on me." I stepped on his feet, walking away, hearing him groan.

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"Did you buy the chocolates?" Tina asked once I stepped in. Chucking the bags that were in my hands, I walked towards the couch, slamming my body down.

"Did he really cheat on you?" She asked stuffing her face with food. I wish I could answer that question without having many thoughts on it. It's been eating me with each stride I took while making my way back here. It seemed unlikely for him to even cheat, but I can't be too sure about him. He was indeed a man of many mysteries that I wanted to reveal so bad.

"I actually didn't know I saw him talking to this girl, so I assumed, and what do I even care anyway? He's an asshole. I didn't expect him to keep his loyalty intact." I lied. I do care about what he does and seeing him with that girl really left a scar on my heart. But I couldn't be too sure, but what if he was really cheating? I looked at the white ceiling, finding it really fascinating.

"I'm going to kill that bastard! How dare he? I'm his wife for godsakes," I shouted in frustration while rubbing my temples to overcome the migraine that was slowly crawling in my head. It's not like this is a real marriage, but he could at least have a little self-dignity about these stupid emotions. I hate it. Why am I even jealous?

"You and your stupid thoughts and to answer your question, why do you care if he was seeing that woman? Because you love him." Tina exclaimed when I heard the locking of her room door and it was me alone again. She thinks that I don't actually care. I was saying all that because I was so angry that at this point, if I saw him or that woman, I'd strangle them both with my bare hands. But I think love is a strong word for this scenario.

My eyes were open like the entrance to a tunnel. I kept on staring at the bare ceiling. Walking to the kitchen, I filled a cup of water. After tugging it down, I glanced at the clock that hung over the cupboard. It was past midnight. The car was still in its same spot. He doesn't give up easily, but I have to find a way to let him leave. He's been in that car for hours.

I paced back and forth, coming up with an excuse to go down, then I remembered he had my phone. I know it's stupid and that he'd see through it all, but I had no choice and, apart from that, I wanted to know who that lady was also. I sighed, putting on my coat and stepping out of the apartment. Tina was going to be so angry with me.

"Took you long enough Laura." The cold licked at my face and crept under my clothes, spreading across my skin like I was kept in a freezer. I hugged my coat even tighter just so I could find warmth, but it was not possible. I hope this doesn't go longer than I anticipated.

"Get in the car," I knew he sensed the stage that I was in. Who wouldn't? I was freezing to death, but just this once he wouldn't get what he wanted, so I shook my head and held my hand out.

"I'm here to get my phone. And you should be convinced right now that you are, in fact, a madman." He looked at me with a bored expression, pulling me inside the car. "I'm not risking you getting sick, and enough with this attitude." I huffed and wiggled so I could get out of his embrace.

"I know you don't actually need the phone. There are only five contacts on the phone and the only person you text is me or Tina, yet you manage to say you need it for what? To call that fake Cameron hmm?" He cocked his head to the side. I bit my lip to stop the laughter from erupting. I can't believe he actually thought that this Cameron guy existed.

He took the phone out of his pocket, turned it on, showing a picture of us smiling together pop up on the phone screen. That was there months ago at the lake. We still hated each other, but in the moments that we spent together, we forgot about all our differences. "Looks nice, doesn't it? I had it taken when you weren't looking." Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my hip. It rested there and pulled at the hem of my shirt. I inhaled sharply. "Don't kiss me."

He closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest, pinching the bridge of his nose. With a heavy sigh, his attention was back on me. "Please come back home love," he said smother. "I-I can't you hid the-" He cut me short, letting his index finger rest on my lips. The heat was growing in the pit of my stomach and I wanted him to kiss me. "Please, baby, you haven't said anything to me for two months. I couldn't do anything. It was getting even harder when the doctor said you had no way of recovering, just please come home."

I never knew that my actual existence could affect him so much, despite that it could be all an act, but for what? Every word that left his lips sounded so believable. As soon as the last syllable escapes his lips, he interlocked his lips with mine in a kiss, catching me off-guard. The moment our lips touched, the world vanished instantly. My eyes fell closed, and all I could feel was him. His warmth, his touch, his being. It was agony, knowing that this was the first, last, and only time that we could share this experience.

I pulled away heated from the kiss, looking at him. "You can't just expect me to come back home after a kiss." I said, breathing heavily. This was my first kiss. It wasn't like the ones I'd seen in the movies. This one was so perfect, like he had saved for this day to kiss me like this. "Do you want another one?" I felt the burning of my cheek, smacking his chest. I tried to ignore the small circles he was rubbing against my thighs that had my body tingling. It was so hard for me to ignore.

"I'll make it up to you under one condition." I hummed for him to go on. I hope it's not something stupid now. "If I do promise you, I'll never leave, no matter what," I shook my head in agreement and rested my head on his chest while he instructed Luke to start driving the car. Poor Luke, who had to stay in the car for hours.

"Did you actually let Luke stay here for hours?" He shook his head no playing with a strand of my hair between his index finger. "Vincent?" I said, interlocking our fingers together, "Hmm." He hummed his chest, vibrating against my ears. "Who was that lady you were talking to?" I moved back so that we were looking at one another.

"She's my sister." He chuckled. At this point, I felt so uneasy about the fact that the woman was his sister and I had created such a scene. She must think that I'm crazy, "She was in the neighborhood, so we agreed to meet. It had been so long since I last saw her, so I couldn't turn the offer down. Also, I wanted to introduce her to you, but you made it apparent that you were my crazy wife." I looked down fiddling with my fingers. I've never acted like this before, it feels so unusual.