Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 86

Bethany

to know.

POV

My head was not so bad today; it was still so foggy, and my memories are very disjointed. They send me in a spin as I try to make sense of them all. The smell of coffee woke me, and light conversation. I thought it was my Dad and Theo, but I could not awaken fully When I awoke again, Theo was close by, looking intently at me.

He greeted me and offered me water. We talked, and I was surprised to learn we lived together. I needed my clothes, and he offered to get them from our place. I knew I could feel something about him that he was more than a doctor who worked here. Dad and Hank spoke with him more like close friends; he left for work and promised to bring back some clothes, and I took that time to think.

What do I remember so far? My Brother, Thomas, is married now to Judy, and it is a very unusual relationship as she has two husbands, married to one officially, and the other was a private promise of some sort; he was called Nate, and she is expecting their first child. I'd like to know whether he stayed in the beach house.

When our grandmother died on my mother's side, the estate was split four ways: Mum got all the jewelry, and we all got thirty million dollars; Thomas got the beach house he wanted; Cynthia got the new mansion Gran built; and I got the old family home. Now, something has happened, but I am still trying to figure out what. I think I don't own the old family home anymore and live near Dad in a different city. I can't remember why, but that is where Theo lives, and maybe I am here because of him. He seems to be a nice man, and he is excellent eye candy, the sort of man I would want, so maybe I hit the jackpot, and we are a couple; I don't remember yet, and it is very frustrating.

I'd like to know if Cynthia has ended up marrying yet. She was a flighty one, and I always thought she had something going on with Bret; they always acted like they could not stand each other. However, I remember a few times when I had been out shopping and saw them together, and they were closer than enemies, that is for sure.

Dad said I was in an accident, but I have no memory of it or being brought here. I know very little about the lab. I have no clue when I started working here, but I do know I have been working on building hearts. I hope I get all my memories back soon. I drifted back to sleep, which seemed to be the only thing I was good at. I drifted off and on until Robson came in with some lunch for me. He brought in some soup, as I was only up for that little bit. Even though I was craving a burger, I doubted I could eat it yet. 'You will be here for a while, yet we will organize some physiotherapy first. You have been lying here for so long that your muscles will feel weak. I can get you up and take you to the pool to walk around there; take your time; no rush to get out of here. I know you want to be in your own bed, but if you don't mind, I would like to keep you here; once you can stay awake long enough, we can get a wheelchair for you, and you can work in your lab for a while!' Robson was keen on keeping me here, and I wondered for a moment if there was more to it than getting me back onto my feet, but for the life of me, I could not think what it was.

'Robson, what is my relationship with Theo, and don't tell me to wait until I remember? I feel there is something there, and I am hurting him by not remembering. Can you give me that at least?' Robson sighed.

'I know it is not the way to get your memory back; it is best to let me work it out, but I don't want to hurt him; if we are more, and now we live together, I need to know how much more, like am I his wife?

'You are together as a girlfriend/boyfriend, and he cares for you deeply, but you have to remember love. I cannot push that on you. Let it come naturally! He patted my arm in sympathy and stood up to leave. 'You going!' I saw and yawned for maybe the umpteenth time.

'Get some rest. Theo will be here in a few hours and will bring you some clothes. If you are up to it, let him help you shower. If you do not wish to let him do it, I can call Kitty; she will come over and help you if you prefer a female until you remember.' 'Can you all, Kitty? For now, it is best.

'Okay, I will ask her if she has time to come to you in an hour or so. If she agrees, then I can get Theo to meet her at your penthouse and get some clothes. He is out of surgery now and can leave for a short while!' Robson left, leaving me with my thoughts. How do I feel about Theo being my boyfriend? I knew he was more than just a friend; that was clear, and I got all warm inside thinking about him, but I have no memory of us together. I have huge gaps in my memory, and I feel something in the back of my mind that says it is best if I don't ever remember.

But what don't I want to remember?

Our relationship? That does not feel right. I can see how Dad is around him. If he were a wrong person, Dad would not be that friendly to him, and Hank would be so relaxed, too; the three of them are close. So, if it is not Theo that my brain does not want me to remember, who it was?

Was it an accident?

Or is it a who? Can I have an ex that is stalking me or something?

I wish I could remember.

Sleep took me again, and my brain seemed just to shut off.

Kitty was sitting beside me when I woke up.

'Hi, are you ready for a shower?' Kitty was a kind woman. I liked her the moment I met her, even if I did annoy her with my pies. Oh, a memory came. That is a good sign, yes?

Kitty helped me out of bed; all the drips and lines were off of me now; she just had to cover the plaster on my arm and remove the bandaging around my chest, securing my broken ribs; they are what hurt the most, other than my head. She made me sit in the wheelchair and wheeled me into the bathroom, where she assisted me onto the toilet. I felt embarrassed that I had no strength to go there alone.

The shower was the best, and soon, I was back in bed, exhausted from that little bit of exercise, but I felt so better in my own PJs. She brushed my long hair and talked to me, asking me questions, mainly about how I loved sports and how shocked she was when I arrived at their home, all dressed up in my favorite team's jersey.

We laughed and joked about that night, and it seemed like we laughed. I remember more about that night: our team had won, and it was her birthday; we joined her party after our finals and did not watch the other games like we normally would. Then I took Dad to someone else's place, but what happened after that? I can't take that next step, but at least I remember that night, the fun I had, and that Theo was beside me the whole night, laughing and joking with us in Hank's den. That's a start. Can I work on that?

Before I could think anymore, sleep took me again. I was so weak, not like me at all.