To Be Yours Again-Chapter 232 Mean woman

*LORENZO*

Danica was a mean woman.

Not a kind of helper I would wish for anyone.

But I was still hoping she would change her mind.

I didn’t know where to go.

I was too weak to even stand up on my own.

I shut my eyes trying to think, I needed to remember something to get myself out of this misery.

Who was I?

Was I someone poor or rich?

Do I have parents? Siblings?

Were they searching for me?

Was I married?

Danica said she doesn’t know me so I was clearly not from this neighborhood.

Then where was I from?

How did I get badly hurt like this?

I felt frustrated when I still couldn’t remember anything.

Then the rains started drizzling.

Oh no!

Not the rain.

And it started falling in thick sheet.

Oh!

Who did I offend?

I sat there in front of her house, getting dealt with by the heavy downpour.

I felt something thicker streaming down my neck.

Putting my hand to it.

I swallowed.

Blood.

The bandage on my head was opening up.

I was definitely going to die today.

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*DANICA*

"MOMMY!"Lucy yelled walking into my bedroom.

"You need to let him in."

"Lucy, you have to stay away from that man...he’s a bad person"

"Do you know him? I thought...."

"I don’t know him"

"Then how do you know he’s bad?"

“I...I just...he looks bad"

"No. He doesn’t, he’s nice and he loves listening to my stories about my friends, about everything and he doesn’t tease me for making some things up"

I gasped. “Lucy, you only just started speaking to him yesterday"

"Even so, you aren’t like this mom, I’ve seen you help a lot of people, they always get perfectly okay before you let them go, why are you being like this? It isn’t you"

I gulped unable to believe that my daughter was speaking to me like this.

"And I’ve been watching him through the window, he’s shivering, I feel bad for him"

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the key and raced towards the door.

Opening it up, I felt a bit guilty at the state that he was in.

Just a bit guilty.

I owed him nothing.

Anyway, I helped him up.

God, it was so stressful.

I couldn’t be more happy when I finally got him on my bed again.

I took a big scissors and turned around.

His eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Plea...please do kill me...what’s that for? Are you...do you..."

I burst into laughter with how frightened he looked.

"You need to get out of your wet clothes." I said as I used the scissors to cut them off, leaving him in just his boxer.

I was not about seeing that...no Danica.

Do not remember.

It was hard not to remember our countless sex, especially as it led to a child.

I wondered how he was going to react to me having birth his child.

If he got his memories back, he would not want the both of us, that’s for sure.

He said I wasn’t worthy of him so he surely wouldn’t want someone like me as the mother of his child.

So yeah, he didn’t deserve to ever know who Lucy was to him.

And I have to get him out of our lives, somehow.

Grabbing a towel and a bowl, I table-sponged his body to bring down his temperature.

And then I redressed his wound.

I brought out one of my big PJs and helped him get them on.

"Mommy’s Pajamas" Lucy’s voice sounded from the door, she was laughing.

Yeah, he really looked ridiculous.

She walked closer to the bed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Hun...hungry.” He replied.

She turned to face me.

"He’s hungry, mommy...he needs food right now"

I frowned.

Why was she so nice to him?!

I didn’t know what Lorenzo was doing to my daughter and I didn’t like it.

But I hurriedly brought food to him and even fed him.

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The following morning, I paced to and fro in my living room.

I can’t just be nice to him because of my daughter.

A bigger part of me wanted to torture him some more.

Maybe when he’s had enough, then I could find a way to get him back to his family?

But I had to control my anger, I couldn’t let it get the best of me.

I couldn’t have my daughter thinking that I was a wicked person.

He was the wicked person not me.

He discarded me like trash.

That morning, when I walked into his room, scratch that, my room...

God! I have to get him out of my room somehow.

Well, he was awake and staring at me.

"You can’t greet?" I sneered.

"Good morning, Danica.”

"Danica?"

"Sorry, ma’am"

Oh boy.

This is so fun...to torture a billionaire who saw me as nothing.

"I will let you stay in my house until you get perfectly healthy.”

"Thank you so much but can you make that until I recover my memories...."

"Are you trying to negotiate?"

"I mean that’s part of being perfectly healthy."

I sighed.

The longer time I get to torture you then.

"Fine...when you’re able to sit up and stand on ur own, I’m relocating you to another part of this house."I announced.

His Adam’s apple moved convulsively.

"Why am I scared of this relocation?"

I shrugged.

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*LORENZO*

She slung me a smile, a wicked smile.

"Have a good night rest.” With that, she walked away.

I sighed feeling as if she meant I should have a bad night rest.

Oh God.

Why didn’t I get saved by a good person?

And now there was nothing I can do.

I couldn’t leave her house with an empty brain.

Was she always like this?

Or maybe she was having a rough time in her life and she was taking it out on me.

I just couldn’t understand why a beautiful woman would be so mean.

And soon, I came to realize that she wasn’t taking anything out on me, she just doesn’t like me.

What could possibly be the reason?

I tried to wrap my head on so many possible reasons.

Since she was a single mom, maybe her husband abandoned her and her baby and she sworn to be mean to any man she encounters.

That sounded reasonable enough but I was not to blame for his decision.

She always brought me food but didn’t feed me so I had to try my best to eat by myself.

She would check my wounds, give me drugs, say harsh words to me and emphasized on me calling her ma’am.

Calling her ma’am was the hardest of all.

I do not think I was used to taking orders from people.

But I had to now else I might be kicked out.

When I noticed I could sit up and stand on my own, I still pretended I couldn’t.

I was scared of where I would be relocated to.

But I couldn’t fool her.

"It’s time for your relocation.” She announced walking into the room with her daughter.

I wonder how she found out that I could walk now.

Does she have hidden cameras here or something?

"Mommy, he could stay at my room.” Lucy suggested.

Danica stilled and glared at me.

What did I do now?

"Did you tell her to say that to me?"

I shook my head."No.”

She spun and smiled sweetly at Lucy.

"Oh honey, that’s so nice of you but he wouldn’t want to be a bother." She turned to face me, urging me to agree.

"Yeah, thanks for offering, Lucy"I added, sitting up.

Lucy smiled and sat on the bed.

"I’ve been thinking of something, you need a name, I don’t always know what to call you.” She said.

Yeah, I really do need a temporary name.

"You’re right"

"C’mon, mommy, give him a name"

Danica rolled her eyes.

"Fernando"

"I don’t really like that name"

I felt like delaying this name giving process.

Maybe, if we dwelled longer on it, she might forget about my “relocation.”

"Marco"

"The name doesn’t sit well with me.” I replied.

She grimaced. “Xavier"

"The ’Vier’ that second syllable is like...is like...I don’t know how to put it."

She sighed. “Dante"

"The..."

"Will you accept a name already? I have other things to do, you know!" She burst out.

"What about Alejandro, we could simply call you Andro for short."Lucy suggested.

I smiled at her and accepted the name before her mother go completely nuts.

"Lucy, go do your homework." Danica announced.

"But I wanna know where Andro’s gonna stay..."

"You will...it’s in this house, don’t worry and I’m sure he’s going to like it.” Danica replied.

"Okay, bye Andro..."

"Let’s go.” She said as soon as Lucy left.

I stood up ruefully, feeling awful in her PJs.