"Why didn’t you co back to , Ana? Why did you stay here? Why did you change your face and your na? Do you know how worried I was worried about you? Why didn’t you reach out to ?" He questioned, hurt evident in his tone.
"That’s because I don’t rember you!"
Xavier stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you an?"
Anastasia heaved a sigh, wiped her tears, and parted her lips to speak. "I lost my mory when I woke up. I have a few of them back now, but I don’t rember you—how we t or got married....I can’t rember anything about that!"
"Was that the only reason you didn’t return to ?" Xavier questioned, staring down at her.
"Let go!" Anastasia demanded, yanking her wrist free from his grasp. When she succeeded, she instinctively took a few steps back. "You wouldn’t want so I didn’t bother coming back." When she made this sentence, she wasn’t making eye contact with him, so Xavier had to lift her chin to look into her teary blue eyes.
"You’re my wife, Ana! How on earth did you think I would be disgusted with you?" He questioned, hurt filling his chest as he said those words. The whole ti he’d been searching for her, while she was intentionally avoiding him. "Look at this, I’m touching you right now. Do I look like soone who’s disgusted?"
"You don’t understand..." Anastasia mumbled. "Did you know, when I was a kid, my brother and father would enter my room at night and do despicable things to ? Do you know how that feels? When I was kidnapped by Xander, I faced worse " She choked on a sob, shaking her head as tears stread down her face. "I am filthy. You’re supposed to be disgusted with and leave alone!" Anastasia slumd on the ground while sobbing, unable to contain herself anymore.
Xavier felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body stiffening as he absorbed her words. The pain in her voice, the way her body trembled, shattered sothing deep inside him.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her breaking apart. "Anastasia..." His voice was thick with emotion, but she wouldn’t look at him, her face buried in her hands as sobs wracked her fra.
"You are not filthy," he said firmly, his fingers twitching with the urge to hold her. "You didn’t choose this. None of this was your fault."
She shook her head violently. "You’re supposed to hate . You’re supposed to look at with disgust—"
Xavier cupped her face, forcing her to et his gaze. His dark eyes burned with sothing fierce, unwavering. "I could never hate you." His voice was raw, filled with conviction. "And I sure as hell will never leave you."
Tears continued to pour down her cheeks, her lips trembling. "Why?" she whispered.
"Because I love you," he said without hesitation. "No matter what, I will always love you."
Xavier wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to his chest as he hugged her as tightly as possible but not tight enough to suffocate her.
It’s almost been a year since she went missing, so hugging her right now felt like a dream. Anastasia hugged him just as tight as if her life depended on it.
After spilling everything, her chest felt light. At first, she’d thought he was going to walk out the door like she’d expected, but he was still here with her, not feeling disgusted or irritated that he was touching her.
’Tracie was right all along,’ she thought to herself.
Reluctantly, Xavier released her and wiped away the rest of her tears from her eyes. The gesture had only been a small thing but it ant a lot to Anastasia.
All of a sudden, Anastasia shrieked. "You’re bleeding."
Panic surged through her as she quickly pulled Xavier off the ground. Blood dripped steadily from the open wound—her earlier strike with the baton had done more damage than she’d realized.
"I thought it would’ve stopped by now," she muttered, her hands hovering uncertainly over the injury. Her anger from before was montarily forgotten, replaced by a growing sense of urgency. "We need to get you to a hospital. Now."
Xavier simply stared at her without saying anything. It was only blood, and he was fine. However, Anastasia was worried.
They rushed out of the house after Anastasia had already cleaned the blood and put a bandage to prevent it from dripping onto his clothes.
At the hospital,
Anastasia was seated across from Xavier who was getting his injury stitched. According to the doctor, there was nothing serious to be worried about. Although he might suffer from a few concussions from ti to ti.
Anastasia sighed. So much had happened in just one day. Months back, she was sure she was going to achieve her revenge before going back to Xavier. Then, Tracie found out first, and so did Xavier.
The whole ti Xavier was getting stitched, his gaze was on her. She wanted to avoid his gaze but she found herself staring back at him as butterflies swamped in her belly.
"That’s all for now," said the nurse as she arranged her tools and got ready to leave.
"Thank you," said Anastasia. The nurse bowed her head with a smile before taking her leave.
Anastasia stood up from her chair and walked towards him.
"Is it painful?" She asked with concern laced in her tone as she stared at him. He shook his hand, pulling her to sit by himself as he nuzzled his head on her neck, breathing in her scent. He still couldn’t believe she was in his arms once again.
All of a sudden, the door opened with a bang as Tracie walked inside.
"What did you say happened to you? You just called all of a sudden saying you were at the hospital! Are you hur—" Tracie choked on her own words when she saw the scene in front of her. "What the fuck happened?!!"
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