Chasing Her Back: The Billionaire's Wife Has Amnesia

Chapter 2

Dominic's POV

My wife has been acting weird for the past five months; she isn't excited whenever I come home from work, she stopped making meals and packing lunch for me and the worst of them all; she hasn't told me that she loves me in months. She's redrawing away from me and I don't know why. I also don't know what to do to stop her from drifting away from me.

The loss of our baby took something away from both I and Amelia, but it didn't bring about this her new attitude. Amelia was noticeably sad after what happened but she didn't pull away from me. She allowed me to comfort her and we both drew strength from the other through that dreadful journey. This new attitude started five months ago and I can not for the life of me figure out what started it.

Lastly, we've been arguing more often and whenever I come home, she brings up something that eventually leads to a whole new fight. This pattern has been going on for months, and it's only a matter of time before our relationship reaches its inevitable end. But I plan to stop that from happening.

Amelia is the reason for my existence and I can't imagine a life without her by my side.

So, I called off my business trip and came home earlier, something that I have never done.

I'm currently heading over to Amelia's favourite restaurant to pick up dinner for us and when I get home, I'm going to woo my wife with everything in me. I'm going to lay my heart on the ground and beg her not to leave me. I'll even bring up couples therapy. Anything and everything I have is going to be laid out on the table for her.

Then, after we're done talking our differences out, I'm going to take my wife to bed and make sweet love to her. I haven't had a taste of my beautiful wife for five months, and it's crazy because there was a time when we couldn't go five hours without wanting to rip off the other's clothes. We would look for a secluded spot wherever we were and have a quickie. We have even done it in the bathroom of a church wedding we attended and we were nearly caught. You would think that we would have slowed down after that occurrence but the next week after that, we did it in the parking lot of a restaurant. We were simply insatiable.

I miss those times. I want them back and I'm going to do everything in my power to bring them back to us.

My gaze drifts over to the white lotus bouquet beside me -Amelia's favourite flower- and I smile. I'm going to make my wife fall back in love with me if she ever stopped.

My car comes to a halt in front of Amelia's favourite restaurant, an Italian restaurant that serves the best lasagne that Amelia can never seem to have enough of.

I get down from the car and start heading towards the door leading into the restaurant. My hand stretches out to push open the door when something catches my eyes from my peripheral vision and I pause.

The thing about Amelia's favourite restaurant is that the entire building is enclosed with two-way glasses. Anyone passing by can see the people in the restaurant that are dining and having a great time. That two-way glass allows me to see inside the restaurant where Amelia is having a plate of lasagna with a man I have never seen before. He has a huge build, dark brown hair, twinkles in his eyes and a huge smile on his face as he stares at my wife as though she hung the sun in the sky. I can't see what expression is on Amelia's face because all I can see is her side view.

My feet immediately start moving away from the door and I head back to my car that provides me with a clear view of Amelia and her...date? Friend?

Amelia is one of the most introverted people I know. She secludes herself in a box, and I always do my best to bring her out of her shell to socialise, but she steadfastly refuses to budge. Which makes me her only friend and the only form of socialising that she has always involves the people in my circle.

The man that she's sitting with and obviously having a good time with is someone that I've never met before. So how on earth did Amelia get to know him to the point that she's having dinner with him?

Could he be the reason why she has been redrawing from me and acting weird?

As soon as that thought enters my head, I shake it off. What I'm assuming is ludicrous. Amelia would never cheat on me? We both made a vow to each other on our wedding day, and neither of us would dare to break it.

Telling myself that doesn't reduce the pressure on my chest as I sit in my car and watch my wife have a good time with a stranger.

Time flies by, and soon enough, it's nine pm, meaning that I have been watching my wife in that restaurant for the past three hours! And they don't seem to be in a hurry to end their dinner.

They are both done with their meals but keep ordering drinks as their conversation keeps flowing. The pressure that has been pressed against my chest ever since I saw them increased in weight. I suddenly can't breathe, and my hands turn clammy. There's no way that Amelia would cheat on me...right?

It takes another thirty minutes before they stand up from their seats and start making their way out the door. The stranger leads Amelia to her car and they stand beside it, still talking about God knows what.

It's dark and Amelia doesn't take notice of my car that's parked in the same parking lot as hers.

My mouth drops open as Amelia pulls the stranger into a tight hug with a serene smile on her lips. She stretches up to the tip of her feet and plants a kiss on the stranger's cheek and my heart stops.

All this time, I've been deluding myself and forcing myself to believe that Amelia would never break our marriage vows. I convinced myself that the man she was talking with must be a new friend that she made on my numerous business trips away, and she didn't feel the need to tell me about him. I came up with all sorts of excuses to explain why she would be in her favourite restaurant at night and having dinner for three hours with a man. But none of those excuses explains why she would hug him tightly and kiss him like she can't bear to part away from him.

The man hugs her just as tightly and he kisses the top of her head and rests his chin on it.

Everybody passing them is going to come up with a single idea; that they are a couple having a hard time saying goodbye to the other.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach and something falls on my suit pants, leaving behind a wet patch. I reach up to my face and graze my cheek with my fingers. They come away wet.

I had been crying and didn't even take notice of it.

My breathing is shallow and pain like I've never felt before slices through my veins. Unable to keep on watching the scene before me, I pull out of the parking lot and drive home at an alarming speed.

***

I've been in the house for thirty minutes when Amelia finally decides to grace me with her presence.

I sit in the dark and listen to the sound of her car pulling into the driveway. She cuts off the engine, and a few seconds later, the sound of the front door opening is heard.

I'm sitting in a chair that directly faces that front door with my head thrown back, my jacket is on the ground and a tumbler of dark, rich alcohol that I've been nursing while I wait for my wife is in my right hand.

Amelia is humming softly as she lets herself into the house. She reaches for the switch on the wall beside the door and flips it on. Still humming slightly, she turns on her heels and jumps up in the air when she sees me sitting on the chair and staring blankly at her.

Her palm rests on her chest as she breathes heavily. "Why were you sitting in the dark?" She asks. "Why are you even back so soon? You said that you were going to be away for a week." Her voice has taken on that emotionless tone that she now uses with me. I hate it.

"Where were you?" I ask dryly.

Amelia's previous smile makes its way back to her face. Her eyes are glowing and this is the happiest that I've seen her in a really long while. I'm guessing it's all thanks to her new guy.

"I have something to tell you," she squeals out. "I-"

She cuts herself off as her eyes land on the glass of drink in my hand and her face falls. "Oh, you're drunk." She drags her gaze back to mine, disappointment in her eyes. "I'll tell you about the news some other times. You hardly remember what happens when you drink."

The drink in my hand is the second one that I'm having, and it's hardly enough to make me drunk, but I don't correct her assumption. I gulp down the alcohol in one go, and Amelia's brows furrow, but she stays silent.

"I'm going up to my room," she says after a while and starts walking towards the stairs.

Did I forget to mention that my wife moved out of our joint room and is now staying in one of the fully furnished guest rooms? We had argued over it and had a huge fight but eventually Amelia got her way. I had always wondered why she wanted her own space. Now, I've finally gotten my answer.

"I want a divorce." The words are out before I can take them back. They are out and have reached Amelia who pauses on the first stair with her hand on the railing.

I'm screaming on the inside and my heart is weeping and begging me to take back my words. Every fibre of my being is begging me to kneel and beg Amelia not to leave me for someone else. Beg her to stay with me even though it's obvious that she has fallen out of love with me.

Amelia slowly turns around and her face is blank, completely devoid of any emotion. "Took you long enough," she says.

My brows shoot up. That's it? That's all she has to say? She's not going to ask me why I'm putting an end to our marriage. Why I'm breaking our vows that clearly state that we are to be together until death do us apart?

Anger flares within me and I stand up. "That's all you have to say for yourself? You're not going to explain why you felt the need to cheat on me?!" I holler, throwing the empty tumbler in my hand against the wall and watching Amelia flinch at the sound of my voice and the shattered glass.

She slowly looks back at me with wide eyes. "I cheated?" She asks softly, acting like I spoke some sort of alien language.

I scoff, shaking my head, not wanting to believe that she would try to deny it. "I f*****g saw you," I grit out through clenched teeth. "I saw you on your date with him and I saw you kissing and wrapping your arms all over another man."

The frown on her face deepens, and her lips part, but nothing comes out. She closes and opens her mouth like a fish out of water.

The anger in me dies down and the fight drains out of me. All that stays behind is the tiredness that seeps through my bones and every ounce of me. At this point, it doesn't even matter what she has to say for herself. There's no saving our marriage.

"I'll have the divorce papers sent to you tomorrow," I say in a lifeless tone and bend down to pick up my discarded jacket. "Goodbye," I murmur and walk over to the front door.