Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 218 Who are you? And who am I? Part2

The woman paused when she heard my question, seemingly caught off guard that my first words would inquire about her and our relationship.

However, a flicker of sadness crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a hint of relief.

The stunning woman before me lowered her head, lost in thought for a moment, her eyes betraying a struggle with inner turmoil.

My body felt numb, and it seemed like the dead of night outside, the sky a deep crimson.

My head was still foggy, likely from just waking up, feeling utterly empty inside.

I tried to recall anything, but my mind was blank, not even my own name came to me.

"You’re Justin, a journalist, and I’m your wife..." After a long pause, the beautiful woman raised her head and looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling with emotion.

"You’re my wife? What’s your name?" I asked, eyeing the gorgeous woman who claimed to be my spouse.

Her beauty was flawless, from her features to her figure, making me wonder about my good fortune in love.

"I won’t tell you my name just yet. Just call me ’wife’ for now. I hope one day you’ll remember on your own. Even if you don’t, it’s okay. You’ve just woken up, and I’m afraid too many memories at once might overwhelm you. Let’s take it slow, okay?" She pleaded softly, her eyes earnest.

"Alright, do we have any children?" I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of having a family with this incredible woman.

"Yes, we have a son, Kevin Davis, he’s almost two years old..." she replied, her eyes softening at the mention.

"What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything?" The initial joy gave way to confusion, and I was eager for answers.

"You’ve been in a coma for two years after a car accident that caused a severe head injury. You nearly lost your life, thank God you finally woke up..." she explained thoughtfully.

Her words triggered something in my mind, causing a dull ache in my head.

I held my head in my hands.

"Justin, what’s wrong? Hold on, I’ll call the doctor right away..." She pressed the emergency button, and soon a doctor arrived.

My brain felt exhausted, as if a bright light flashed by, but I couldn’t grasp it.

"He just woke up, his mind isn’t clear yet. Let him rest as much as possible, and don’t overload him with information..." the doctor advised kindly, speaking to the woman.

Gradually, I drifted back to sleep, missing the rest of their conversation.

When I woke up again, it was daylight, and I had no recollection of the time or date.

Upon awakening, I felt much lighter.

I opened my eyes to see the woman wiping my body continuously, and after she finished, she began massaging me.

I kept my eyes closed until she was done, and when I opened them, she was wiping sweat from her forehead, her face flushed and beads of sweat visible.

A little boy was beside me, clumsily wiping my hands with a small towel.

Though his efforts were gentle and not thorough, his earnest demeanor was incredibly endearing.

I didn’t remember this child, but I felt an irresistible sense of affection.

Was this my son?

"Mommy, Daddy’s awake..." The child’s big, deep red eyes widened when he saw me looking at him, his cheeks turning red like a porcelain doll as he tugged at the woman’s pants.

"Justin, are you hungry?" The woman, seeing that I was awake, dropped the towel and asked with joy in her eyes.

At that moment, I felt a hollow pang in my stomach.

Perhaps due to being fed only through IVs while comatose, I hadn’t eaten real food in ages.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

"I’ll prepare something for you to eat, but we’ll start with liquids. You haven’t eaten in a long time, so we need to ease your stomach back into it..." The woman arranged for a bowl of very bland nutritional porridge.

She fed me the porridge, cooling each spoonful with her lips before offering it to me.

The little boy sat on a chair next to us, eating the same porridge and gulping down his drink, his big eyes constantly glancing my way.

"I want to know about my past..." I said to the woman after eating.

"Let’s take it slow, your health is more important..." Upon hearing my words, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, then she spoke quietly, as if she was avoiding something.

Could there be something problematic about my past?

I couldn’t help but wonder.

Days passed, and after two or three days, I was finally able to get out of bed and move around.

My muscles were weak and needed gradual strengthening.

I could eat quite a bit more, and the woman occasionally took me outside for walks with the child.

During this time, I asked her many questions, but she answered very few.

I must say, she was a very wise person, always by my side.

However, at night, someone would take the child away, and she would stay alone with me.

She told me I was an orphan with no parents and shared some other details, but for some reason, I felt these were trivial matters.

There seemed to be something elusive in my mind that I just couldn’t grasp.

The first thing I did when I could walk was to go to the mirror and look at myself; I didn’t even remember what I looked like.

Standing in front of the mirror, I saw a stranger with a noticeable scar on his head and stitch marks from surgery in his hair.

I picked up the child named Kevin, and we stood in front of the mirror together.

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The child looked a lot like me, and the sense of blood relation was unmistakable.

Yet, I always felt a sense of unease and sadness, but I couldn’t pinpoint where these feelings were coming from.

"Who am I really? What is my past? Why won’t you tell me?" I persistently questioned the woman, asking whenever I could, but she always avoided my questions until one day I couldn’t take it anymore and yelled at her.

"Justin, don’t get angry, don’t get worked up, it’s bad for your health..." The woman said anxiously, rushing over to support my shoulders.

"If you don’t want me to get worked up, then tell me everything. I always feel like my past isn’t that simple. Why do I always feel this sadness? What have I gone through?" I shouted, pushing her hands away and throwing off the medical cap I was wearing.

"Take it slow, you’ll remember everything one day..."

The woman couldn’t calm me down, and soon some doctors and nurses came in and held me down.

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder as a nurse injected me with something, and my consciousness began to blur.

"I wish you could forget who you are forever, then you could live happily with me for the rest of your life, let’s start over..." As I lost consciousness completely, I heard a woman’s voice echoing in my ear, perhaps thinking I was already asleep, but I caught her words at the last moment.