Chapter 415: What The Fuck Happened?!
"Why didn’t you come back to me, Ana? Why did you stay here? Why did you change your face and your name? Do you know how worried I was worried about you? Why didn’t you reach out to me?" He questioned, hurt evident in his tone.
"That’s because I don’t remember you!"
Xavier stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Anastasia heaved a sigh, wiped her tears, and parted her lips to speak. "I lost my memory when I woke up. I have a few of them back now, but I don’t remember you—how we met or got married....I can’t remember anything about that!"
"Was that the only reason you didn’t return to me?" Xavier questioned, staring down at her.
"Let me go!" Anastasia demanded, yanking her wrist free from his grasp. When she succeeded, she instinctively took a few steps back. "You wouldn’t want me so I didn’t bother coming back." When she made this sentence, she wasn’t making eye contact with him, so Xavier had to lift her chin to look into her teary blue eyes.
"You’re my wife, Ana! How on earth did you think I would be disgusted with you?" He questioned, hurt filling his chest as he said those words. The whole time he’d been searching for her, while she was intentionally avoiding him. "Look at this, I’m touching you right now. Do I look like someone who’s disgusted?"
"You don’t understand..." Anastasia mumbled. "Did you know, when I was a kid, my brother and father would enter my room at night and do despicable things to me? Do you know how that feels? When I was kidnapped by Xander, I faced worse " She choked on a sob, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. "I am filthy. You’re supposed to be disgusted with me and leave me alone!" Anastasia slummed on the ground while sobbing, unable to contain herself anymore.
Xavier felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body stiffening as he absorbed her words. The pain in her voice, the way her body trembled, shattered something deep inside him.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her breaking apart. "Anastasia..." His voice was thick with emotion, but she wouldn’t look at him, her face buried in her hands as sobs wracked her frame.