Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

I have been working on getting Lola to remember; even if she doesn’t remember anything about us or me, that’s alright with me; I want her to remember our children, at the very least. They are hurt about all this shit. I am hurt too. I wish I could just pull the trigger and end Mason Blackwood, for trying to separate a mother from her kids. Mason took me to court but didn’t win the case because I am Lola’s husband. However, that cretin is always devising new schemes, and he never fails to persuade my wife that he is the man she is going to marry. As a result, I let that creepy man come over to my house because I know it’s good for her health, but when it comes to Mason, I can’t let my guard down. I beefed up the security to prevent him from doing anything foolish in the future. However, even that cannot be relied upon because that cretin is always up to something sneaky.

My daughter reached out to me as I was engrossed in my own thoughts, and she shouted out, “Daddy!” I smiled and looked at her affectionately before picking her up and putting her on my lap.

“Hey, my angel.” As soon as I brought my head up, both of the boys entered my room, got up on the bed, and sat down.

“Afternoon, dad.” They said it in unison. I nodded, knowing that I was about to be interrogated.

“Dad, does mommy hate us?” When Tyler asked the question, I was completely taken aback. I should have known that it was only a matter of time before they started asking questions about their mother, but I had no idea that the questions they would ask would be like that.

“My son, your mother will never have hatred in her heart for you. She loves you so much to do that to any of you; you are her universe, remember?”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re lying; she keeps asking us our names; she always seems lost; she can’t even remember us. She told us she was not our mother!” Mia screamed as she began to cry out in pain. They have suffered for such a long time as a result of this. I knew from the start that bringing Lola home would be a big problem as she doesn’t remember any of us, and I knew from day one that she would unknowingly hurt the kids, but I had no choice; I couldn’t risk her getting drugged again. Even though I knew that our children would be affected, I had no choice but to let her return home. At one moment or another, I entertained the possibility that the children would be able to jog her memory, but my hopes were ultimately unfounded.

“Okay, children, you should not think that way about your mother.” I got up off the ground and helped Mia onto the bed. I pulled my hair behind my ear and thought of a way to explain to them that their mother wasn’t feeling well as I swept it back with my hand. I sighed. “Your mother fell and hit her head so hard that she can’t remember any of us. But with time, she will, so please don’t ever think that she hates us. She just can’t remember us, and right now she needs us.” Their eyes widened in surprise.

“Is it going to be permanent, Daddy? When will she remember us?” Kai asked.

“No, kid, it’s not something that will last forever.” I lied through my teeth, as Lola hadn’t started responding to the treatment. No one knows the time frame, and no one knows if she is ever going to regain her memory. “But you know what you can do; you can just play with her without asking her questions about her past; if we stress her, it might affect her recovery.” They nodded, and I walked into my closet, grab a tie, and started to put it on.

“Are you sure we aren’t going to cancel this, dad?” Mai asked.

“Of course, and Daddy is ready to go out. Now get off my bed.” They all came rushing down and down the stairs together. It could have been nice to have Lola come with us, but it wouldn’t be a good idea because it would only hurt the kids more. We went to the restaurant, ordered, and ate. I hardly eat these days. I didn’t even know how to help Lola. I wish I had studied medicine at that moment because I could have known what to do and how to help her. She puts in a lot of effort as well and does ask questions about how she behaved while she was still living with me. I didn’t lie to her; I told her everything we went through, but my telling her everything made her keep her distance. She accused me of being unfaithful, which was true, and told me I didn’t deserve her, which was also true. Both of these points are valid. I don’t care if she hates me, but I want her to remember the children. She sometimes comes to my room in the middle of the night. I don’t ask her questions, I let her sleep on the bed. It’s hard, but for some unknown reasons, my feelings have been cooperating. The old me could have fucked her senselessly, but right now my focus is on getting her to remember.

I have been unfaithful to my wife on multiple occasions; I truly do not deserve her, but there is no way that I will give up on our marriage. I managed to get a lawyer, and in the end, I managed to take Lola home with the ruling that I am her husband, and whatever she signed with Mason, she signed in her drugged state. The bastards still haven’t given up. We can’t really prove that it was Mason who drugged her. We tried to prove it, but they said if we ever saw him do it, I sat at the restaurant and watched my kids play in the kids’ area. I smiled, but my smile was a half smile as a man in his late 40s sat down at my table without an invitation. I stared him down and gave him my undivided attention. In light of the fact that the man exudes ruthlessness and power, I really ought to be afraid of him, yet for some reason, I can’t even bring myself to shrink in his sight.

“I don’t remember asking you to sit.” I barked, and the man looked at me as if I were the most wonderful and fascinating thing he had ever seen. The furrow on my brow deepened as he placed his palm on the table and looked directly at me in the eye. Then an old man walks in, and suddenly the restaurant is dead silent; it is as if everyone has left and it is just me, the old man, who is now walking my way, and the kids playing. Someone pulled a chair for the old man as he sat down, also looking at me just like the other man; both men are terrifying, but for some reason, I don’t give a fuck. They didn’t utter a word the whole time they were staring at me in silence. They exchanged glances and then began to smirk at one another.

“Hello, Nephew.”

What the hell!