A Billionaire's Vows To His Donor Bride

CHAPTER 5 Why Can't You Remember?

OLIVIA CARTER

I notice him walking in, in his expensive grey slim-fit suit. He is indifferent and hard to read. I don’t know if he is happy that I am here or angry. I cannot read him.

His tall figure towers over me and he holds out his hand to me. The dim light is too dark to make me see the person in front of me, and the mist in my eyes is blurring my vision.

“Olivia, I am here. Do not be afraid,”

“Alexander,” I whisper in a trembling voice and hold out my hand. Did he really just say that?

“Just stop it, already! Do not call my name,” I hear him yell, but the voice did not sound close.

I blink my eyes and the little tears that were trapped in them finally escape, clearing the mist and what seemed like a hallucination I just had — a hallucination of something that happened a few months ago when he saved my life once again.

Of course, he did not hold out his hand to me and say that, but he walked past me. Just then, I hear a voice calling me,

“Olivia, can you hear me? I said hold my hand,”

I gasp, seeing an old woman in front of me. She looks so calm and gentle; she must really be genuine towards me, but I am disappointed when she instantly frowns, running her eyes up and down, staring at my body before she shoots daggers at Megan.

“What is going on? Megan, how could you do this when you know that the media is already targeting our family. How are you going to explain this catastrophe? You are abusing your son’s wife, and the next thing we know is that the media twisted every word, and it would be like Alexander was the one abusing his new wife. How will you explain this to the elders?” The old woman scolds at Megan.

“Mom…” Megan’s tongue twists. “She brought the shame into our family,”

“So what? The damage is already done, and Alexander is a grown man. He should have said no if he did not want to marry this young woman here, and whether he did right or wrong, he should bear the responsibility,” With that being said, the old woman commands the maids to help me up. I am not stable, so I limp as I walk.

“Call the doctor, now!” She commands.

The maids took me to the bedroom and helped me get on the bed. I could not even sleep until the doctor arrived and attended to me because of the excruciating pain on my body. The old woman whose name I just learned is Catherine and Megan’s mother-in-law has been with me, holding my hand ever since she rescued me from her daughter-in-law, Megan. She is a very sweet lady, and she makes me feel better about myself when the rest of the world hates me.

“These are just minor scratches that can heal in a day or two, but what I am more concerned with is the deeper wound from the kidney transplant. It has not properly healed and if it is too bothered, it might open up and it would be infected, so please be bed-ridden for a few days and do not strain your body and cause more trauma to it so that you can properly heal. I will take my leave now; make sure that you drink your medication,” The doctor instructs. An infection is not what I want because I have been through that in the past week after the surgery, and it was the worst thing to ever go through.

“I will make sure of that, doctor,” Catherine declares before the doctor leaves.

She takes my hand and tenderly rub the back of it.

“Have a good rest and get better. Now that you are married to Alexander, you are part of the Walker family. With me around, you will never be mistreated in this house,” With a smile, she makes her point.

I breathe out and nod.

“Thank you, old lady,”

“Old lady? Did I hear you right, or did you mean to say grandma?”

My lips stiffened, and I looked down at our hands, not sure how to respond back to her.

“I once came across your name when I was looking through Alexander’s things. So, has it been a long time since you knew each other?” She questions.

“No,”

“Then, why did you marry him? And please do not tell me it was for money because you do not look like that girl, Olivia,”

“Well… I…” I lower my head and breathe slowly. “I actually met Alexander three months ago. I had a little accident, and he saved me,”

“Oh!?” Her tone hitches with a bit of amazement in her eyes. “So, you…” She raises an eyebrow and I nod.

“Yes. I… I had to repay,” I utter.

She asks no more question and dismisses the topic as she probably sees that it makes me uncomfortable. She then left to allow me to get some sleep. I lean on the pillow for a while, looking outside at the willow tree. A gust of wind blows, blowing in a white fluff of snow through the open window, reminding me of the day I arrived in Brooklyn when I saw Alexander walking in the restaurant with crystals of snow on his shoulder.

I smile to myself, dusting it off the bed before I shut the window.

I have repaid with my kindness, but this was not just the first time, and I did not meet him three months ago. I have known Alexander for more than ten years from orphanages, and we fell in love later in the years. Every time I came across a problem, Alexander was always there to help me out, and now I owe him my life.

Sigh.

I was only six years old when the fire broke down and took away the only family I had — my happy family. When that happened, I was with my aunt who could not afford another mouth to feed, so she sent me to an orphanage home in Rochester. I was new there, and no kid wanted to be my friend. I was bullied physically, emotionally, and verbally, and I was outcasted. I was young and I did not understand why my aunt would send me to a place like this.

Everyone hated me until one day when it was play time. The kids found the joy throwing mud at me and everyone else watched me standing there, helpless and crying until an older boy came as if he was blown by the wind and landed in front of me. He did not care about the dirt on me, but he held my hand and looked at everyone before he warned them.

“This is my sister. If anyone dares to touch her again, they will have me to deal with,” And I just stood the behind him, relieved that someone cared for me for once.

He turned and looked at me. His eyes were bright, clear, and warm too like the sunshine in the winter, illuminating my whole world in an instant.

He gently stroked my hair and spoke,

“My name is Alexander, and you?”

“Alex…” I whispered, repeating his name but shortening it.

My thoughts are cut short when my phone rings on the bedside table. I grab it and quickly answer it.

“Olivia, are you alright?”

My lips supress for a while before I respond stiffly with just one word.

“Yes,”

“Then why is there a rumour saying that you committed suicide? Why are you so stupid? Alexander is dead and will not come back!”

“Why is there such a rumour? Alexander is not dead,” I dispute in gritted teeth. “I have actually…”

My lips curve into a smile. I actually found him. Before I could say anything further, the door harshly opens, and Alexander leans on the door frame, looking at me.

“Who is calling?” He asks.

“A friend,” I say, hanging up and setting the phone on the bed.

He followed with his eyes where my phone is and walked into the room, filling it with his intimidating presence.

“I am surprised to hear that people like you still have friends. When you said you once tried to kill yourself back then, where were these friends?”

I squint my eyes, staring at him standing in front of me. It was a long time ago when that happened. I thought he was dead then, and I made up my mind to take my life away so that I could be with him. So, I went to the orphanage where I first met him, but little did I know that I would meet him there. First, I thought God was playing tricks on me, but he was there and real in flesh. I was very relieved. That was one of the times he saved my life, but he did not remember me then, so he treated me like someone he did not know. I know it was him and he saved my life; that is what matters to me.

Alexander furrows his eyebrows, staring down at me. He looks so good under the light of the bright moon illuminating his face, revealing his beauty.

“They were not there, but at least they make me feel more alive now because the people who saved my life then do not remember me anymore,”

He huffs, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Because I only saved your life once, and that was three months ago. I do not remember saving you before that, yet you keep saying you did when you tried to kill yourself. If you are going to use that trick to make me change my mind about how I feel, then forget it,”

Then he saved my life three months ago, I could not help but tell him that he saved my life once again. He did not seem to remember, and I felt disappointed because he was the man that saved me from killing myself.

I quietly look at him. He is so arrogant, and he probably thinks I am a liar.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He quarrels, frowning. “It makes me sick!” He instantly turns on his heels and leaves the room.

When the door shuts, my tears gush out of my eyes.