Chapter 4 Confusion

• Clarissa’s POV
• When I gazed into his eyes, a strange familiarity washed over me, yet no matter how hard I tried to recall, my mind remained a blank slate.
• I noticed the surprise etched on his face as he took a step back, and for the first time, I allowed myself to truly observe him.
• He was undeniably attractive, with dark hair pulled back neatly, but the scar that traced from his eye to his cheek gave him a rugged appearance.
• In an instant, the haunting image of Ivan lying motionless on the ground invaded my thoughts, sending a chill of fear through me.
• Yet, amidst the turmoil, I sensed something was off; this man seemed certain that I was someone he recognized as his wife and had interrupted my wedding because of it.
• To make matters worse, he had revealed that he was divorced from his wife, and I couldn't understand why he was so determined to win her back after having left her.
• He turned and walked to the back of the jet, leaving me alone in the passenger seat, still dressed in my wedding gown and makeup. I felt a swirl of emotions perhaps fear but I couldn't quite pinpoint what was happening.
• This situation felt unsettling, and I didn't like it at all. I must have drifted off in my thoughts, utterly exhausted, because the next thing I knew, I woke up to find him cradling me in his arms, carrying me off the plane.
• I felt too drained to resist, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t let me go, still believing I was his wife. Before long, we were in a car, and the ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence.
• I sat beside him, feeling his gaze on me, and every time he reached out, I instinctively recoiled, staring out the window as the scenery blurred by.
• Eventually, we arrived at a mansion that seemed oddly familiar, but my mind was foggy, and I struggled to recall why. I noticed him watching me with a look of concern, yet he remained silent.
• "What happeneto you?" he suddenly asked, his sorrowful gaze piercing through me. I stared back at him, bewildered, as if he had lost his mind.
• "I've told you before, I'm not your wife. Why can't you grasp that?" I retorted sharply, noticing the frown that crossed his face in response.
• "You are my wife, and soon you will realize it," he insisted, stepping out of the car and holding the door open for me.
• As I exited, I let out a scoff and walked into the building ahead of me.
• "You're just wasting your time; I am not your wi..." My words trailed off as I entered the living room.
• There, hanging prominently, was a massive photograph, not just any photo, I saw myself in that picture, or a woman who looked exactly like me. She was in a beautiful wedding dress, beaming, while Dominic stood beside me, frowning at the camera as he held my hands tightly.
• I pressed my hand to my mouth, sinking to my knees as the weight of the moment overwhelmed me. This was too much to comprehend; it felt impossible.
• Was there a part of my life I had overlooked?
• Was this stranger really claiming to be my husband? Deep down, I sensed something was off.
• Perhaps I had a twin I never knew about, or maybe he was just toying with my emotions.
• These thoughts swirled in my mind, but the idea seemed absurd. I had grown up with my parents, and just a year ago, I had fallen for Ivan during a beach trip.
• He was the best thing that had ever happened to me, yet now this stranger seemed to have taken him away. Gathering my strength, I stood up to confront him. He looked at me with an expectation that made me uneasy, but I was determined not to be drawn into whatever game he was playing.
• Who knows, maybe the picture he showed me was altered to deceive me into believing a falsehood.
• “I don’t know what kind of game this is, but I refuse to be a part of it,” I declared, watching as he smirked and advanced toward me while I instinctively stepped back.
• “For a year, I searched the world for you, only to realize that you were right under my nose all along, and hidden from. And you think I would play some kind of game with you, Clarissa? You are my wife, just as you have always been, and nothing will ever change that,” he murmured slowly, a grin spreading across his face. He stood close, pressing me against the wall, his breath washing over me in waves that sent me into a panic.
• Confusion swirled in my mind as I gazed into his eyes; I felt a strange familiarity, as if I had seen him in my dreams. Yet here he was, holding me captive, convinced that I belonged to him.
• “I love someone else. Are you really going to keep me here just because of who you believe I am?” I asked, and he simply smiled at me.
• “You will remember what you’ve forgotten, and you will be mine. Just give it time. For now, go to bed,” he replied, leaning towards me, i looked away from him while he injected something into my neck. Within seconds, darkness enveloped me.