The Husband

Unwritten

I watched as she laid on her bed, she looked peaceful. It had been a few weeks now since I brought her home from Moscow, we had her checked in the hospital and they gave us a go to bring her home. She was reluctant at first but gave in saying:

"I don't know why but something tells me I should trust you."

She frowned the whole time as if wondering what was her connection to me. I didn't want to stress her out more by dropping the bomb that I am her husband and 5 years worth of memories.

"Logan.." She whispered in her sleep, I watched her from the dark corner like a predator watching its prey. I couldn't bear to be too close to her recently as it pains me to remember that she doesn't know me in her mind.

But I was happy her heart still beats for mine. I had a plan and I was going to make sure that it was all going to go great.

Marcus along with Luc and my father went in search for Hank, it was decided that it would be best if I stay behind and watch over Cassandra which I didn't mind. She woke up earlier looking panicked when I came in unannounced with her food, she calmed at the sight of me which made me smile a little.

I discussed with Marcus and the others on how we would tread around Cassandra, it broke Darcy and the others to know that Cassandra went through all this crap.

I had already dawned on us that this was our Karma for even thinking and seeking vengeance however, I didn't regret it as well. Call me sick for wanting and knowing those who'd hurt her are already rotting 6 feet under (except for Bethany).

We decided to start fresh with her, it hurts but we'll have to make do and I will make her fall in love with me over again. I never had a problem with that when it came to her.

Sometimes I find her standing and leaning against the ceiling to floor window looking at the scenic view outside, her hand was shaking and she didn't even notice.

"Cassandra." I called out and she looked back at me with that small smile, like she was hesitating.

"I need to know.. Who are you? What are we? Where is my family? " The little happiness I saw in her eyes turned to sadness, the mood swings were constant.

"My name is.. " I sighed and looked at her straight in the eyes, this is it.

"I am Logan Sabella, I am your husband and you are my wife. We have been married for 5 years now and closing in to 6." I walked closer to her, she looked at me wide eyed as she processed the information I have given. My hand against her cheek, rubbing my thumb against her blushing fair skin.

"It was love at first sight, for me at least. You have continued your studies in the UK, the University of Cambridge and changed Majors, you have a best friend named  Darcy O’Callaghan  whom thanks to you got married to the love of her life who is my best friend Mason Harper." She looked at me with wide eyes, tears coming out in the corners.

"Your family.. " I said in distaste and venom.. "They died." I put it simply, one day I knew I had to explain further, but it won't be today.

She gasped and looked at me unbelieving but something flashed in her eyes as if she remembered and that confirmed my suspicions when she fell on her knees and screamed, clutching her head I grabbed her and held her against me, she sobbed and held onto me tightly.

"Logan.. It hurts!" Her fist against her chest, I rocked her until she calmed, until her breathing was stable. Until she slept in my arms.

"Everything... Is going to be alright." I whispered repeatedly and kissed her forehead.

And I will make sure everything will be more than alright. From this day forward, there will be no more revenge whatsoever. Because its over..

I woke up early, turning to the side of my bed to see it empty. It has been that way for a few days now since she has took it upon herself to sleep on the guest bedroom.

It was not easy for her to wrap it around her head that she is married and that she lost 5 to 6 years worth of her memories, the only thing she remembers of me was on that day on the motel when she saw me but she never could remember the conversation that transpired between us.

Trudging out of our room, the door to the guestroom was slightly ajar. I took a little peek without looking like a creep, she laid on the bed peacefully, her hand touching the empty space next to her.

Was she missing me too?

It was all I could think of with the space that was separating us recently, regardless of that void I still make it my mission to make her happy and hopefully remember me not as the man she met in that dingy motel but as the man whom she loved and the one who loved her back.

I slowly got in and fixed the blanket that covered her, placing a gentle kiss on her temple..

"I love you, Cassandra."

I longed for the days that she would look at me once more with those eyes of hers that looked at me with adoration, care and most importantly love.

Running my fingers through her hair, I placed another longing kiss to her head and walked out of there before I lost it.

I wanted to start our day great, so I will make her breakfast in bed. Starting with her favorites such as chocolate chip pancakes, a steaming mug of cocoa with little mallows and her favorite, a bright red apple.

While I moved around the kitchen, I took a call from my secretary who then connected me to one of my associates. Regardless that I haven't gone to the office for a while now, I still kept the ship sailing and profits still came in.

I wanted to call Marcus, Luc or Dad if there had been any news about him but I refrained from doing so since I knew they could handle it and my main priority is my wife.

Setting up the plates and pouring her hot coco, I was about to carry the little table up when I saw her coming down. She looked a little disoriented but she still looked beautiful, gorgeous and other worldly in my eyes.

When her eyes met mine, she gave me a smile that I knew all too well.

This day, was getting better by the minute.