The Heiress' Re Chapter 142: Did I Really Love Her?

Chapter 142: Did I Really Love Her?

Dante’s POV

I sat in the living room, the house was quiet, too quiet, almost like it wasn’t like this before.

lissa was at the office again.

She was always at the office now.

She said she was handling things and fixing things now that I am unable to, and I was very grateful for that, but I wanted her next to .

The door opened, and Marcus walked in. He looked at , his face was worried.

He always looked worried now.

Like he was waiting for sothing bad to happen, like he knew sothing I didn’t.

"You look terrible," he said as he sat down across from . "When did you last sleep?"

I shook my head. "I don’t know, a few hours or maybe more.... I can’t sleep, I can’t think. I don’t feel like myself. Sothing is wrong; it feels like sothing is missing. I feel like part of

is gone, like I lost sothing important and I don’t even know what it is."

Marcus leaned forward with his hands clasped together. "What do you an? What feels missing?"

"I don’t know," I said. "I can’t explain it, I just feel... empty like there’s a hole inside . A hole that nothing can fill. I thought coming ho would help. I thought being here with lissa would make

feel better, but it doesn’t; if anything, it feels worse. I feel lost."

Marcus was quiet for a mont, thinking.

"Have you talked to lissa about this?" he asked. "Have you told her how you’re feeling?"

I laughed.

It was a bitter sound. "I barely see her, she’s always at the office and leaves before I wake up. She cos ho after I go to bed. When we are together, she’s on her phone. She’s distracted and distant. Like she’s sowhere else. Like she’s with soone else."

"Soone else? What do you an?"

I shook my head. "I don’t know, I’m probably being paranoid, but sothing has changed. Since the wedding, she has beco colder and more focused on work, less focused on . On us."

Marcus leaned back with his crossed arms. "Did you ask her about it? Did you try talking to her?"

"I tried," I said. "Last night I asked her if sothing was wrong. I asked her if I had done sothing to her before the accident. Sothing I don’t rember and that had made her pull away."

Marcus stood up. He ca to stand beside . "What did she say?"

I turned to look at him. "She said I was being silly, that everything was fine. She said I should focus on getting better and stop worrying about things I don’t understand. Then she kissed my forehead and went to sleep like I was a child, like my feelings didn’t matter."

Marcus put his hand on my shoulder.

I stared at him. "Why is she so distant? Why does she feel like a stranger? Why do I feel like I don’t know her anymore?"

Marcus sighed.

He took his hand off my shoulder.

He walked back to the couch and sat down.

"You’re probably just paranoid," he said. "You’ve been through a lot: coma, brain trauma, and mory loss. Your body is healing, so is your brain. It’s normal to feel confused and feel like sothing is wrong when it’s not."

"You think I’m imagining it?"

"I think you need to give yourself ti to heal, adjust, and figure out who you are now. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Don’t think too much. It’s not good for your health. The doctors said you need to rest and relax. To let your brain recover."

I put my head in my hands. "I don’t know how to rest, I don’t know how to relax. Everything is strange, like I don’t belong here ."

Marcus was quiet for a long ti.

He just sat there watching

with his face unreadable.

"You belong here," he said finally. "This is your ho. Your family, your life, and you just don’t rember it yet, but you will if you give it ti. It’s okay to not be okay right now."

I looked at him.

"Marcus," I said. "Did I love her? lissa? Did I really love her?"

Marcus’s eyes flickered; sothing passed across his face. Sothing I couldn’t read. Then it was gone. "Yes," he said. "You loved her. You wanted to marry her. You wanted to spend your life with her."

I nodded slowly. "Then why doesn’t it feel like that? Why does it feel like I’m going through the motions? Why does it feel like I’m pretending?"

Marcus stood up.

He walked to the door and paused. He didn’t turn around.

"Maybe because you are," he said quietly. "Maybe because part of you knows sothing is wrong. Part of you knows you’re not where you’re supposed to be. Part of you knows you’re with the wrong person."

I stared at him. "What? What does that an?"

He turned and looked at . "I can’t tell Dane! Fuck I can’t. I wish I could, I just hope you rember before it’s too late."

"Huh?"

"Don’t think too much about it, okay? Just get so rest... goodnight."

He opened the door and walked out before I could respond.

I sat there for a long ti.

Staring at the door.

Thinking about his words.

Part of you knows you’re with the wrong person.

What did that an? Who was the right person? Who was I supposed to be with? Who was I supposed to love?

There was definitely sothing he was hiding that he wasn’t supposed to be hiding, but what was it?

I needed to know who I was and what was missing in my life.