The Love From Vengeance

396: Beyond Words
ARIEL'S POV
Luke caught me before I landed on the ground, and I found myself enveloped in his strong, reassuring embrace. Our eyes locked in a moment of pure connection, the chaos of the spilled dinner forgotten as we gazed deeply into each other's souls.
In the fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still as the world around us faded into the background, leaving only Luke and me suspended in a silent exchange of emotions. His warm breath brushed against my cheek, sending convulsions down my spine as I tightened my grip around his neck, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest.
There was something undeniably magnetic about the way our gazes held as if we were communicating without words, sharing our hopes, fears, and dreams with nothing but the unspoken language of our hearts.
In Luke's eyes, I saw a depth of understanding and compassion that spoke volumes, reassuring me that we would face challenges together no matter what challenges lay ahead.
The seconds ticked by, and I felt a sense of sangfroid wash over me as if I had finally found a sanctuary at the heart of the storm in Luke's arms. I felt safe, cherished, and utterly alive, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken truth of our bond.
Luke released me from his embrace slowly, almost reluctantly, but the connection between us lingered in the air like an invisible thread binding our souls together.
Without a word, we both knew that this moment had once again stirred
something between us, deepening the bond that already existed in a hundred billion ways.
So I stood there, still lost in the depths of Luke's gaze, wondering what the future held for us. But for now, in this precious moment of silent communion, that was all I wanted.
But I eventually tore my gaze away from Luke's, with a small smile tweaked at the corners of my lips. This moment was funny, lovely, and wonderful.
It didn't take long before Luke slowly let go of me, and I stood upright.
"I should start going now," I told him softly, gesturing toward the door.
"Yeah, you should." He nodded, and I left the room with a smile on my face-yes, a face filled with joy.
Luke may have forgotten about me, but the spark and connection would still be there. Nothing would ever disappear. The lovely memories we shared would all return in just a
matter of time. And yeah, the terrible ones.
Fuck that!
****
The day had gotten really dark, and Janice came home with my mother. Yes, she showed up with my mom, and they were both at the door. I was glad Marcus had not fallen asleep.
Janice approached me. "Mom, it's so nice to see you." She hugged me tightly, and my mother was standing behind her.
Yes, I've spent the past few days with Luke and haven't visited the house. Janice didn't visit the hospital since she was busy with school stuff, projects, and all that. What did I know?
"How have you been? I hope you are well all this time. And what about dad? Is he doing okay?"
"Well, your father has woken up. He's no longer in a coma."
"That's incredible news!" Janice exclaimed, her eyes bright with joy. "Can I go see him? I
want to tell him how much I missed him."
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. "Actually, Janice, Dad's resting right now. He's asleep," I said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I think it's
best not to disturb him at the moment."
Her excitement dimmed slightly, but she nodded understandingly. "Okay, I'll wait until he wakes up. But I'm just so relieved to hear he's doing better."
I managed a small smile, grateful for her optimism. "Yeah, it's a huge relief for all of us"
She glanced around, noticing the solemn atmosphere in the house. "Everyone seems to be asleep."
"Yeah, and you should go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."
"Actually, Mom, tomorrow's Saturday."
"Ohhh," was what I said. "Yeah, but you should still go to sleep. You need to get
some rest. You're exhausted from whatever you were doing today."
"Alright, I'll just go to my room then. Let me know if Dad wakes up, okay?"
"Of course," I assured her, watching as she made her way upstairs.
Janice disappeared from view, and I let out a sigh, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. I didn't know how I was going to tell her that her father couldn't
recognize her anymore.
What was going to be her reaction when she found out that he had forgotten
about her, thinking he didn't even have children?
Wow, this was more complicated than I thought.
"What's going on, Ariel?" My mother asked, walking closer to me.
I had totally forgotten that she was still in this house.
"Mom? Oh, sorry, I can't actually get what you're saying.
"I know something's wrong, Ariel."
"What?" I made a silly face. "Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong; it's all fine. You should get going now. Or it's too late; you'll have to spend the night here. Hold on, let me just find a room upstairs."
"Ariel, you don't have to pull an act in front of me. Drop the fake face, alright?"
"Who said this is a fake face?"
you
She gave me a disbelieving look, crossing both of her arms. And staring at her, I
suspired.
"Fine, fine. You got me. This is just my... I don't even know what to say." I spoke lowly, settling down on the couch.
"I'm the one who gave birth to you. I know these things."
"Great, you should get an award then."
My mother sat next to me. "Ariel, I can tell that something is not right."Your
actions, your words, and your look. Everything's just off. So you tell me, honey,
what is the problem?"
After her calm words, I took a deep breath. "It's about Luke."
"It's what about Luke?"
"He finally regained consciousness; that's great. But unfortunately, he lost his
memory."
"Luke lost his memory."
"Yes, the doctor had to let me know that the car accident was serious, and it
erased a lot of things from his head for a lot of people, including me and Janice."
My mother nodded at my words. "Hold on. So now you're telling me that Luke doesn't know you're his wife."
"I did tell him and try to make him recall things, but instead, his head just started hurting, and boom, he blacked out. So now, I really need to be careful."
"Wow, that's really painful."
"I know, and I'm trying my very best not to stress him at the moment, keeping him
away from people so they don't start talking too much. I don't want him getting
pains in his head anymore."
"But you do know you'll have to tell him everything."
"I know; that's why brought him to this mansion."
"I think it's best you start telling him everything now," my mother suggested.
"I will, but not tonight."He might start feeling pain and lose consciousness. And
I'm not up for that."
"It's a part of the process," she said.
"And I need to take things carefully," I responded.