The Love From Vengeance ( Ariel )

389 ALONE IN DESPAIR 

389: ALONE IN DESPAIR 

ARIEL’S POV 

I opened my eyes, since the day had gotten brig brighter. I was really exhausted. But you want to know 

something? 

I felt multiple taps on my shoulder, and I quickly turned around, my eyes widening at that very moment. 

“Luke?” 

Luke opened his eyes partly, looking around. “Where, where am 17” 

“You’re at the hospital, Luke. And I’m finally glad you’ve regained consciousness.” 

He looked at me with confusion. “Who are you?” 

I gave him a puzzled look in return. “Who am I? What do you mean by that? “I am Ariel, Luke, your wife.” 

“Ariel?” He still had that confused expression. “I can’t remember you.” 

The sudden change in my face had worsened. “I don’t get you. What do you mean you can’t remember 

me?” 

I stared at Luke in disbelief, my heart sinking with each passing moment. How could he not remember me, his wife, the woman he had vowed to spend the rest of his life with? It felt like a cruel twist of fate, a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake up. 

Luke’s head began to throb with pain as he shook it from side to side, screaming to a certain degree. 

“What’s… what’s going on?” I uttered the question, keeping my gaze fixed on him. He kept on shaking his head, and it seemed like every single second, the pain was getting worse. 

I felt a surge of panic grips me, my hands trembling as I reached for the call button beside the bed. With shaking fingers, I pressed it urgently, the sound echoing through the room like a desperate plea for help. 

“It’s okay, Luke. Everything’s going to be fine.” I tried to calm him down, and then he lost consciousness. I still didn’t take my eyes off him, and all I could only at him in wonder. 

Within moments, a doctor rushed into the room, his expression grave as he assessed the situation. I quickly explained what had happened, my voice trembling with emotion as I recounted Luke’s sudden confusion and memory loss. 

The doctor nodded, his brow furrowing with concern as he examined Luke’s vitals. With a sigh, he turned to me, his expression somber. 

“I’m afraid he has suffered memory loss as a result of the accident,” he explained gently. “It’s not uncommon in cases of severe head trauma.“We’ll need to run some tests to determine the extent of the 

damage.” 

My heart sank at his words, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a leaden blanket. I nodded numbly, my mind racing with a million questions and fears. 

The doctor assured me that he would do everything in hhe couldp Luke recover, but for now, I needed to leave the room so he could conduct his examination. 

With a heavy heart, I stepped outside, the corridor stretching out before me like a long, dark tunnel. I paced back and forth, my thoughts in turmoil, as I waited for news of Luke’s condition. 

Minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment filled with uncertainty and fear. And Finally doctor 

emerged from the room, his expression grave. 

I rushed towards him, my heart pounding in my chest as I awalted his verdict. And when he spoke, his words were like a dagger through my heart. 

“Luke has suffered significant memory loss,” he said softly. “It’s unclear how much he will be able to recover, but it will take time and patience.” 

“What are you trying to say, doctor, that he doesn’t remember me? That I’m no longer a part of his life?” 

“Unfortunately, yes.” 

“Oh my gosh,” I blurted out immeisbelief, as I fell on the bench. 

The doctor placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, offering a small measure of comfort in the midst of my 

turmoil. 

“I know this is incredibly difficult to hear,” he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. “But it’s important to remain calm. Luke’s memory loss doesn’t mean he no longer cares for you. It’s simply a result of the trauma he’s experienced.” 

Tears welled up in my eyes, the weight of his words crashing down upon me like a tidal wave, I tried to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, but it was futile. The dam broke, and I found myself sobbing uncontrollably, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. 

The doctor pulled me into a comforting embrace, allowing me to release the pent–up anguish and fear that had been building inside me since Luke’s accident. His presence was a lifeline in the midst of the storm, offering solace and support when I needed it most. 

After what felt like an eternity, my tears began to subside, leaving me–drained and exhausted. I looked up at the doctor, my eyes red and swollen from crying. 

“I don’t know how to deal with this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. 

The doctor gave me a reassuring smile, his gaze filled with compassion. 

“You don’t have to face this alone, Ariel,” he said gently. “We’ll do everything we can to help Luke recover his memories. In the meantime, it’s important for you to take care of yourself as well. 

I nodded numbly, but I was still speechless because this came as a huge shock to me. I was drowning in despair, all my fears had finally shackled me. I never expected this, and I never wanted it to happen. 

Alone in the quiet of the hospital corridor, I found myself engulfed by a suffocating sense of despair. The weight of the news I had just received bore down on me like an insurmountable burden, crushing my spirit 

beneath its unrelenting grip. 

360 ALONE IN DESPAIR 

I sank onto the nearest bench, my hands trembling as I tried to process the enormity of what had just happened. Luke, my beloved husband, had lost his memory–lost his memory of me. The realization sent shockwaves of pain rippling through my already fragile heart, leaving me feeling hollow and broken. 

How could this be happening? How could the man I had shared my life with, the man I had loved with every fiber of my being, no longer remember me? It felt like a cruel turn of events, a nightmare from which 

I couldn’t escape. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks unabated, the salty taste of anguish staining my lips. I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty, my mind swirling with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. 

Would Luke ever regain his memories? Would he ever look at me with the same love and affection her 

once did? Or had our cruel twist of fate? 

Th irreparably shattered our lives uncertainty was agonizing–a constant ache that gnawed at the very core of my being. I longed for reassurance, for some glimmer of hope to cling to in the darkness that 

threatened to consume me. 

But as I sat there, alone with my thoughts, I realized that hope was a file thi–flickering flame in the midst of a howling storm. And yet, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against us, I refused to let it die. 

We would find a way to weather this storm and emerge on the other side stronger and more resilient than 

ever before.” 

But for 

w all I could do was wait–wait for news of Luke’s condition, wait for signs of progress, wait for the day when he would once again look at me with recognition in his eyes.