THE CONTRACT WIFE: A ONE NIGHT STAND BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

Zara’s POV

It is good to be back. I’m overwhelmed with happiness and the joy I’m feeling knows no bounds. After a long period of being lost, being separated, my life was taken away from me all because of a wrong love.

I want to be angry at Nick. He helped me in many ways – as a good friend for a very long time. But he also owes me a lot. He stole so much of my time with his persistent feelings.

But I understand his feelings too. He’s also a victim of circumstances and his emotions. I want to listen to him, for him to explain to me… But not now, because an intense anger is burning inside me. It’s an overwhelming pain, a feeling of so much wasted time. Honestly, even now, I still feel down.

I am very upset because he took away a significant amount of time from me. Time that should have been happy, a time when we were building our family. When love becomes toxic, it can lead to dangerous things.

I also don’t know what mistake I made to deserve this karma from fate. I hope it can be corrected. It’s like we’re running in circles, chasing both wrong and right at the same time. It’s getting really exhausting for me.

I know that there’s no instant happiness. Everyone has their struggles. I’m struggling, others are struggling too. But for me, I want to settle.

I woke up from my contemplation when Mom placed coffee and bread in front of me. She smiled and held my hand. A very heartwarming gesture that made my heart and eyes smile as well.

“We’re happy that you’re back, Zara, my child. The day you disappeared… It felt like life was stolen from me. I’m a mother who was robbed of the right to see her child again. That’s how I felt, and I was given life again when you were returned to us by the Divine. My wish is for everything to be alright, my child,” she said.

Hopefully, I just want everything to be okay. Who wouldn’t want that?Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Yes, Mom. I missed so many days in our life with my husband, my child, our family. My memories still aren’t complete. But I want to make up for it and make everything right. That’s all I wish for, Mom,” I said. I hope it will happen.

“God is kind, my child. He will help you heal and find a better path again. God will guide you again, my child, just hold on. Always remember that you only lost your memories, but we haven’t lost you. Mama is here, okay? Your Grandpa is here, your husband, your child. You’re not alone in this fight, okay?” she hugged me.

I suddenly saw a glimpse of hope. A hope for a new start, a new beginning, and a new chance for a new phase. I’m not a fan of twists and turns. So hopefully, there won’t be any more detours.

We stayed for a little while. We shared a meal at the same table. I was happy to see my grandfather again. We even cried. They saw me as a hopeless case of finding me again.

I just suddenly disappeared without a trace. So I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve considered some possibilities of what could have happened to me.

They told me that I was comatose. They’re still withholding some information because recalling too many memories tends to cause pain.

It felt so incredibly painful. It’s like my senses are being punched and squeezed. I rested here at the elder’s house because I got tired from the journey.

I’m also a bit nervous, on the other hand. Because the truth is, I’m going to see my in-laws again after a long time.

I’m scared and anxious, to be honest. Just being honest. But like my husband said, I shouldn’t be afraid or worried, because they’re there behind me. And with those simple words, I felt better.

It’s evening, and we said goodbye to my mother. We’re going straight to the mansion to stay there. Lucas’s mother wants to talk to me. I’ll be honest. I’m freaking out right now. I can’t remember when the last time I saw my in-laws was.

I wonder how they’ll react. Are they angry? Will there be a confrontation? Will it be like pouring coffee and tea all over me? Will there be a dragging-out effect when leaving the mansion? These are just a fraction of my fears and frustrated imagination.

“There you go again, dear. Your face is becoming unreadable. Trust me, they won’t do any harm to you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, they’re excited to see you. After all these years, they’ve been longing for you. They know what happened, and they understand…” Lucas said to ease my worries. To some extent, I’m feeling better now.

“Sorry, I just can’t help it…” I said while looking out of the car window. “You know, right? I’m still groping in the dark…”

“Mom, don’t worry. We’re right here,” my child said and kissed my cheek.

They’re right. What could I fear more than losing these two precious gems of mine? My only treasures.

We’ve now arrived at the familiar mansion or manor. It’s gigantic and screams money and social elite status.

We’re greeted by a familiar, classy woman in her late 50s. Her timeless beauty and gentle aura radiate kindness. Her embrace as a greeting washes away all my worries.

“It’s been a long time, dear. I’m happy to see you again! Come, let’s go inside. We have a lot of things to catch up on,” my mother-in-law said.

We went into the living room. Lucas took our child to their room, and Mama and I had a conversation.

“How are you, Zara? You’re still as beautiful as ever, dear… Are you okay now? Your amnesia?” the lady asked me immediately.

“To tell you the truth, I still haven’t fully recovered. I still struggle with this memory loss… I mean, I can recognize faces and have a few nostalgic memories. But everything is still not complete. I was comatose for 3 years. It’s a miracle that I woke up,” I said with a sad smile on my lips.

“Dear, you’re strong to face that. Where it happened, I didn’t know what to do anymore. And it’s sad that I lost my granddaughter…” she said with a sad tone.

I suddenly felt puzzled.

“Granddaughter?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

“Yes, dear, you were pregnant when you had the accident… Isn’t it around six months back then?” Mama said.

I suddenly felt dizzy. My vision seemed to blur due to the rush of memories flooding my mind.

My college life with Antoinette and Nick. The accident that happened between Lucas and me. Our one-sided love, and the building of our love story until everything. My memories returned, all of them. And I woke up crying. I was in Lucas’s embrace, his concerned face looking at me.

“Lucas! Lucas, I remember everything, love! Our child, love! Our child!” I exclaimed while he held me.

“We will make that Nick pay for his damn fault!” Lucas said with an angry tone, and even I felt my heart burning with anger.