Raegan stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.
Her words were nothing but an oral threat.
Without concrete proof, she knew it was pointless to involve the police.
Raegan turned her gaze to Mitchel, her voice cold.
âMr.
Dixon, do you have feelings for me?â she asked abruptly, changing the subject.
Mitchel was caught off guard, his Adamâs apple moving noticeably as he replied, âYes, of course.
Why else would I do all these things?â
His mind traced back to the efforts heâd made to orchestrate their encounters, making them seem accidental.
If he didnât care about Raegan, why would he go to such Lengths?
Raeganâs response was a scornful laugh.
âBut to me, it seems like your interest in me is only because I resemble your former wife.
After all, you two havenât seen each other in five years.
What if one day you lose your interest, Mr.
Dixon? Will you discard me Like trash or keep me locked away at home?â
Mitchel felt a heavy ache in his chest at her words.
His voice, strained and rough, broke the silence.
âRaegan, thatâs not how it is.
I would never treat you like that.
Youâre my wife, and no one can take your placeâ¦â
Hearing this, Raegan felt a stabbing pain in her head.
She took a deep breath to steady herself and responded, âIn your memories, Iâm your wife.
But I donât remember anything about you.
To me, youâre a stranger.
And I hate how you force things on me, justifying it by saying weâre a couple.
Do you really think this is fair to me?â
Raeganâs voice was cold and unwavering, causing Mitchelâs heart to break into pieces.
His eyes lost focus and he couldnât utter a word for a long time.
âIs this your way of caring, Mr.
Dixon?â Raeganâs eyes sparkled with scorn as she added, âSo, your love is nothing but selfish demands, ignoring othersâ feelings.
â
Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Mitchelâs grip on Raegan loosened.
His heart felt so heavy that he struggled to breathe.
âRaeganâ¦â He tried to explain, to say something.
His mind was flooded with thoughts.
But these words were meaningless to Raegan.
After all, she had lost her memory of their shared past.
She couldnât grasp his words, and, more to the point, she was done listening to him.
Meanwhile, Raegan couldnât stand the unexplainable pain in her head any longer.
âMr.
Dixon, to me, youâre just a stranger.
I donât feel anything for you.
Regardless of our past, I know nothing about you.
Please, donât force me into anything, or I might start to hate your gut.
â
With those words, Raegan turned and walked away, not once glancing back.
She moved swiftly, eager not to show any awkwardness in front of Mitchel.
But as soon as Raegan left the room, her consciousness began to fade.
It felt as if a wild creature was tearing through her head.
The blow left her head spinning and her vision blurry.
Mitchelâs words echoed in her mind, mixing with her own thoughts.
For a moment, she almost remembered something, but then it slipped away.
She was intermittently tormented by a deep sense of frustration.
The chaos in her head drove Raegan to the brink of madness.
She shook uncontrollably and then started to collapse.
Just as she was about to hit the floor, a strong, warm hand caught her.
Then, she faintly heard Stefanâs voice.
âRaegan, are you okay?â