Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 219 Who are you? And who am I?

I felt as if I had been trapped in a long dream, wandering through a primordial forest with a small cabin nestled among the trees.

It was like a movie playing in my mind, scenes from my childhood unfolding one after another.

But as I grew older, the dream faded, and towards the end, a voice identical to mine repeated the words "infidelity" and "betrayal" over and over.

"Infidelity... betrayal... infidelity... betrayal..."

As my consciousness slowly returned, I found myself murmuring these words.

"Justin, wake up, what’s wrong?" A woman’s voice echoed in my ears, her hands shaking me gently.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the woman who claimed to be my wife, her face etched with anxiety and traces of tears.

The room was brightly lit, with several doctors bustling around me.

After a while, I calmed down, and the doctors, relieved, left the room, leaving me alone with the woman.

"Infidelity... betrayal..." I said to her, repeating the haunting words from my dream.

Upon hearing these words, the woman who had just relaxed tensed up again, her eyes filled with fear and panic, her face draining of color.

"Justin, did you remember something?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Her face showed worry and fear.

"I don’t know, there’s just this voice in my head echoing these words. Did you betray me? Were you unfaithful? Now that I have amnesia, these words must be a true reflection of my memories. Although I’ve lost my memory, my brain isn’t foolish," I pressed.

Hearing my words, the woman’s face turned pale with fright, and she quickly grabbed my shoulders, pleading, "Don’t touch me."

"Did you betray me? Were you unfaithful to me?" I asked, sensitive to those words, convinced they were the root cause of my current condition.

I grabbed her shoulders, perhaps a bit too forcefully, and she winced in pain but didn’t struggle.

"Justin, I swear to God, I have never betrayed you. I have not been unfaithful. I have always loved you deeply, willing to live and die for you," she said quietly, her voice steadying.

Looking at me with deep affection, tears began to fall from her eyes.

Seeing her expression, I felt no doubt.

"I’m sorry, I’m tired. I need to sleep," I said, unable to look at her beautiful face.

These past days, I had secretly rejoiced at how beautiful my wife was.

If I remained amnesiac, it was almost like experiencing a second life.

But the troubling words that suddenly emerged in my mind made me very concerned.

After all, with such a beautiful wife, who wouldn’t worry?

I fell asleep again, my body craving rest, seemingly needing over twenty hours of sleep a day.

In my dreams, I saw snippets of my life, married and living with the woman I loved.

But in these dreams, her face was obscured by a mist, her figure graceful and familiar.

"Honey, don’t lose hope. We can cure this illness. We will have our own children," she comforted me in the dream.

Holding a medical report in my dream, I couldn’t help but cry.

They say men don’t easily shed tears, only at the deepest sorrow.

And there she was, comforting me, her voice ethereal.

Was I really a broken man? Incapable of fathering children?

"No, I am not broken," I shouted in my sleep, suddenly sitting up from the bed.

My eyes snapped open, my face slick with sweat, the echo of my own shout still reverberating through the hospital room.

"Justin, are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?" The woman rushed to my side, her face marked with panic.

"I’m a broken man, I can’t have children," I gasped, my breath ragged.

"Why am I having this dream again? Could it be real?" I muttered incessantly.

Thinking of infidelity and betrayal, it felt like I was inching closer to the truth.

"I’m a broken man, I really can’t have children, is that true?" Despite my daily barrage of questions, the woman seemed immune to surprise this time.

"No, you’re not broken, you’re a normal man. Kevin is your biological son," she said, her gaze steady and direct, showing no signs of evasion.

"If you don’t believe me, I can arrange for you and Kevin to have a paternity test to clear all your doubts."

When I didn’t respond, she spoke again, suggesting exactly what I wanted.

I didn’t reply, though it might hurt her, but to verify the truth, I nodded.

"Rest now, and tomorrow I’ll take you and Kevin to the police station for the test. It’s a place where there can be no mistakes, okay?"

Seeing me nod, she softened, tucked me in, and said, "I’m not rushing anything, I know we can’t hurry this."

But as I lay there, sleep eluded me, unlike before when I would drift off immediately.

My mind relentlessly pursued the truth, trying to grasp anything it could.

After what felt like ages, I heard the door open, probably a doctor, but I didn’t want to face anyone at that moment.

"Doctor, is there a way to make him forever forget his past?"

Just then, I overheard the woman’s soft voice, so gentle yet chilling to my core, making me dread remembering the past.

"I’m sorry, there’s no way without causing brain damage. For his health, I advise against it," the doctor replied softly.

Their polite exchange seemed overly formal.

"That’s fine, you can leave now," the woman sighed softly, seemingly careful not to disturb me.

My fists clenched tightly in the sheets, my mind swirling with doubts.

Why does she want me to forget my past?

Is my history that horrific, or did something earth-shattering occur?

Is this woman looking out for me or harming me?

With my memory gone, I felt incredibly vulnerable, unsure when I drifted off again, amazed at my own capacity for sleep, suspecting the medication might contain sedatives.

When I awoke, it was already bright outside, and I could hear the sounds of a child running around in the room.

Opening my eyes, I saw the woman and Kevin dressed neatly, several doctors and nurses also in casual clothes instead of lab coats.

Glancing at the clock, it was already 8:30 AM.

"What’s going on?" I asked, as everyone seemed to be waiting for me.

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"We’re supposed to go for the paternity test today, aren’t we?" the woman said softly, reaching out to help me up, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance.